Ants Crawling On the Wall
Today
I'm full of writing.
It's not my heart
nothing as admirable
as my heart, it's my
aspiration, my vain
hope, my fear
of vanishing with no ghost.
Today brings
being lost in silence,
that transforms
in my appetite to
the illusion of heart.
And I sit down
to get something in words,
then I pretend my readers
and feel joined.
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