I Give The Sound

i have experienced
freedom in the wings of the bird

i taste air
it is bland
i ate space
it is empty

i have experienced doing
anything

explored what i have
not explored

i have been there
there is nothing

i say i have everything
if you wouldn't mind

i shall tell the truth
there is nothing there

nothing satisfies the tongue
nothing fills the mind

nothing is forever intimate
with this body

nothing is so intertwined
with the soul

that when it breaks away
i am still intact

nothing is broken
nothing is created

what is this soul?
what is it that always longs for
satiation?

there is this empty
unlimited space

i give a sound
it has never since then returned to me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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