photo credit: BHD 2017

Body (006)

I listen,
whispering describing the words — 
few are needed — 
just a handful to make this mountain.
Bare bones blueprint:
souls outline.
Rising images guide your mind.
Ephemera creating worlds
inside your hallowed halls.
Follow the light
into you: 
where you were waiting.

Poem number 6 of 365.

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