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My Tillandsias.....

my tillandsias hang freely
in the air
and every morning i visit
them and feel
what freedom feels

it is when you swing freely
with nothing that moves you

it is this nothingness that
makes us full sometimes

it is this fullness that we
really want to describe

the empty can that makes
most of the noise

the empty drums that make
the beasts dancing within us

the empty window that provides
the best view of the trees

the empty sack that we carry
so lightly at our back

the empty face that comforts
us that we too have it such

innocence such freshness of the
mind such stone and cacti existence

the silence of the scorpions that
makes the deadly bite

the emptiness of the city that directs
us to another beginning

a new civilization rises from the
silence of the skies.
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