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?

And……

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

(to me)

I do not see the world at all;

I invent it

©Vivian Zems

Dverse Poets Pub– “I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923

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