A single reed in a spiritual desert
Out of place, unable to face...

Been staring at this blank page
For what seems to me like days...

Waiting for my feelings to break loose
For those pseudo-soulful words to follow...

Grind me up, throw me around
The world is on fire...

Okay, I'll admit that I don't know about this one...
Beauty everywhere...

Boring
lacklustre...

I did a Kanye West
I was appropriately dressed...

What lies beyond the imagination?
....nothing worth wondering about...

Cold is not heartless
Winter is still green...

Obscuring inner calm, a gentling blindness
And the unbidden...

Zen and tenderness
Beautiful tensions...

It's a little cramped.
I HAVE NOT CONCEIVED THE NOTION OF SPACE...