A medium
Is all I need.
Just a receptacle for my thoughts;
One or several Ciceronian friends.
But what would I say?
What words could represent the
Pulsing surges of...
Is it emotion?
Desire?
Love?
What is it that floods my heart
And clouds my mind?
For certain, though,
It’s good
And it wants expressed.
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An empty bus hurtles through the starry night. Perhaps the driver is singing and is happy because he sings.
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