unsubtle unsought truth for I am hollow
and I am hollow
an empty shell yes a shell
so ricepaper thin
that the shell itself is no longer there
being but a wisp
or fog of breath on a cold day
briefly holding form but not really
a trick of eye and brain
themselves illusion
2 comments:
I can see your work is as thought-provoking as ever. You speak truth in a way few others do.
It is good to be back reading you.
You have been and continue to be a great encouragement to my writing, Janice. Thank you.
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