the room
in which my
unseen mind
lives... but,
awareness of it
being there or here
is not present...
four walls make
a prison cell
in which
it lives with me
in my daily
routines... we
forage around
for thoughts
feeling and the
inspiration from
this place in
our life in which
we live... if...
living is what
it is or is it
merely an
existence until
it is gone and
dissolved within
the four walls
of this room.
10 October 2021
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