3-30-15
Since I hollowed I have attempted to fill
the remaining space with silence.
That didn’t work, nor the approximation of music.
It caught on all the barbs left exposed.
I thought it would be very zen to be filled with water
but I got tired of the echoes.
I stacked materials neatly; fabric, paper, wood,
with no space between so the fire was frustrated.
I am still waiting to be satisfied with my decision,
and to find a new center to be my holy burden.
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