Is this morning of splaying light?

herbs of nurturing in the dark,

I pull out the wooden cello,

putting between knee,

a hollowness to revive (inside)

create a melodious meltdown.

the long dusty caravan sets apart,

brings cedar wood and vermilion,

cello's speciality is hollow (inside)

allow sounds to vibrate.

perhaps mine too. . .

an earthly globe, cherishing glass

of hearts, where void lies (inside)

and throughout the crystal pass,

shadows run like a twilight land.

I bypass the spears of crimson trace,

as if the weaves of fire, entangled me

I retrieve my hollowness (inside)

with gaping jaws, dropping on the floor

my tune vibrated in the hall.

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