folded
folded,
warm in a dark place,
i roll and sink,
slowly to the bottom of my mind;
rid of my thoughts
like a silent clam,
a foetus,
in the shelter of the womb,
i feel the peace of darkness
in my solitary confines
upon the path untrodden
May 1974
warm in a dark place,
i roll and sink,
slowly to the bottom of my mind;
rid of my thoughts
like a silent clam,
a foetus,
in the shelter of the womb,
i feel the peace of darkness
in my solitary confines
upon the path untrodden
May 1974
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