Just the drip

Sometimes silence hides growth.
The way the universe slowly expands silently,
so does my soul.

It is slowly occupying new space,
it fills the void with its own dark matter.

Don't be impatient, reader.
My words are just busy re-inventing their own shape.
They are measuring their own depth anew,
preparing their vessels for the rich grape harvest
that will be thrown in them aplenty,
their fibres ready to soak up the burgundy
their vowels hollow to let the wail through.

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  1. We await gladly and expectantly. To see where more you will go and what beautiful paintings you will bring us back :)

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