Mama and son
Poetry she is
Writing
Everyday
Already
Mama shows me
And I need to
Listen
Mama finds no walls
Anywhere
Even when
Like bricks of rain
Heaviness falls around her
In front of her a wall built and yet
Here the mortar is weak
But did you see?
We may not have
And yet
She pokes until
Like a prison falling to
The prisoner
All of a sudden there is
More space
Than wall
Wall built in space is only
Space
Space is there around us
Everywhere
And we only need to
See
Dense at first
Like a knot you found at the
Bottom of the thread basket
And then you unravel one
Loop
It was only space
After all
Arranged
Neatly.
And so our feelings
And our thoughts
Arranged
Space
Mother and son
Arranged space
And when the final loop
Unfurled
Love
Bliss in space is
All
Arranged
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