Endless expanse
of the echo. Sing
from the heart,
Hollow Being.
Devoid of meaning,
adrift in the seas,
the sheen, gleaming,
she sees things
and warps the meaning
into a more pleasant
feeling.
But still, the echo…
it’s singing,
the same song, repeating
the same meaningless bleating.
Fulfillment, fullness,
expanding light
fills her with newness
and glows.
But still, a little loose,
the growing glimmer
fits like a new truth
and rattles amidst
the hollow room –
human-shaped
and born anew.
© CG Tenpenny, 2021.
