silence transformed me bound
reminiscent of being imprisoned without a sound
intended to awaken the inner work to be done
stars and clouds whispered at every rising sun
“meditate to levitate / deviate ”
this is the lesson explained
as the train of thoughts arrived early
will i straighten my hair or make it curly?
“this life is faint
this strife is taint!”
indescribable are the actions weighed
quietly kept as my miseries are delayed
yet right on time, losing is winning like a found dime
and while 10 days may not seem like much
i can tell i am longing for the touch
but this isn’t clear to me
until breathing forces my hand to tend:to the poor poor tree
languished inside, oh yes i do eye see!
the T in my suite, terrorizing me
infinitely,
presently,
silently.