Tranquillity sleeps on nothing.

Tranquillity sleeps on nothing.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When time took
time back
there was
no yin with the yang
no tick in the tock
no bells that chime
just the empty silence
an inner om
reverberating whispers
a state of loneliness
a universe undressed
leaving nothing on nothing
the senselessness of it all.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on October 24, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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