In a constant buzz of churning
Memories at times burning -
It’s a burning that evaporates
No smoke and ashes elaborate
The building vacuum widens
In future path that’s mostly hidden
Though seems right there bright ahead
It’s yet, completely unknown
Is it the heart? Is it the mind?
Where feelings unwind?
Know not how, know not where
Breathing…thinking and so still here.
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