Incessantly
The kettle steaming
The drums beating
The cats racing
The mind moving
The bedroom walls
Losing their color
As the body
Loses itself
In its own rhythms
Til the whole world
Is a steaming kettle
Then nothing else is
Known
If you try it won’t happen
If you don’t
It will
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
Incessantly
The kettle steaming
The drums beating
The cats racing
The mind moving
The bedroom walls
Losing their color
As the body
Loses itself
In its own rhythms
Til the whole world
Is a steaming kettle
Then nothing else is
Known
If you try it won’t happen
If you don’t
It will
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