What do you call a poet
that blooms in the darkness?
What do call a cage of bones
that hold a beating heart?
What do you call a heavy silence
weighted down unspoken words?
how do you describe a peace
that causes fear to flee in terror?
There are no borders in my vision
-everything and anything looks possible
I do not see the world at all;
I invent it
Dverse Poets Pub– “I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923