The Beauty of NothingnessA Poem by emmajoygreen soft spoken words are not the most edible, but - oh, my friend - how their taste lingers to either feed the spirit or hide the gremlins distance strikes its pose readies its destiny in a literary supposition that whispers 'neither should be over-edited or mislaid' because deep sleep rests, perhaps head emptying educated guesses end as ash, throw-away words, oft invisible but .. clearly seen by the mind's eye |