Friday, January 22, 2016

poem of the day January 22


People stay
at the inn 
when they go out
People sit down
when they fly up
The road comes
and goes
The rooms at the inn
stay busy
with travelers
The myth
of up down
in out
are parts of the never moving wall
The one built by breath 
Inhaling
nowhere
Exhaling
somewhere

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