o everlasting talker

the auto suggestion of thought from the spirit

the lens through which i see the world

quiet your mind o noisy one

all the ifs, all the maybes

brought to dissolution in this moment

your rejection of the present is your pain

nothing else contributes but you

breathe sweet air, let the mind exhale

all the intoxication suffocates the voices

take a chair to the compound and stare at the stars

let your eye happily deceive you

my love, my smile, my breath, my frown

all hide in the secret place of your love

all mine to remember when my eye deceives me

let me see peace, let me feel the quiet.