Totally uninspired always this empty ear
waiting to receive to be so blank so
cavernous so minimal and clean that
a tasteful thought might just move in,
brag to friends say "look at the lifestyle in here"
clean lines, white walls, big windows
great flow, modern, but sturdy, real
but not weathered or needing repairs.
Maybe the thought could come from a horse.
Inside here it's like a barn maybe, high rafters,
no rooms, stables but just as a chic touch,
rough hewn wood and so much space
that a horse would just say something, something
to give the thought a place to go that would fit
its established horsey lifestyle having exited the equine.
What do I have to do to be the kind of person a horse would talk to?
What do I have to do to welcome a wholly new reality,
the door is open there is nothing in the way the hallway
lit by glimmering neurons just waiting for a guest,
no other inspiration to dominate the conversation
no competition for the best seat and plenty of room to stretch.
What more could you want, vague underworld of animals,
great net of consciousness, O something somewhere please
do
come here.
You are my favorite living poet!
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