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Posted to Action Poetry

in particular
holds the key to
this silent wail
trapped in me
no string of words
ties this up neatly
no quiet strum of notes
sings my song
no mantra chants
my purpose here
no hand can soothe
the ache that swims
just beneath my
and i unfold in
front of you and
present the nothing
that's inside.