Poem Two Day Three: Rancor

Had nothing to say to the world last night.
Some say that anger is self-generated,
And so I ungenerated,
Filtered out the rancor with flute music,
Listened to birds,
Flooded my mind with nothing,
Felt my face twitch,
And then begged…
Begged the Universe to heal my body,
And mind, and soul.
Asked my cells to wake up,
And listen to flutes fluttering
Gently and harmlessly from
Another place
To fill this space.

K.K.L.E. April 3, 2013

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