Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Full of self

A song that sings herself
and a notice that announces itself
Joy that enjoys herself
and a muse that amuses itself
Time that spends on its own
and a journey that self-travels
A cloud that clouds herself
and an art that imagines itself
It's nothing. But nothing else
and Something and that's everything

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