The Word
When you pronounce The Word,
a sublime uneventfulness take over you
and suddenly, absolutely nothing matters around you.
There you stand lost in the middle of peaceful nothingness.
Your ticket is free, just a word.
But the arduous part is finding "that right word".
It exists but it is heavenly hidden
and therefore it´s no easy to get it
but not impossible either.
Copyright © Francisco Lopez | Year Posted 2019
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