As It Is

Silent books And a song more silent than those Sitting around my minaret of painfulness, without a word— That's all. I never seek more. Have the books become selfreaders? Meanwhile The lyricless song was playing in its mind An appropriate tune— And the minaret of painfulness is astonished; Which of these three are you? The question Is still not important; If the past and the future have the same tensionous steam in a common river, then that question can be of importance. For the time being, The stone is the main focus. Pregnant. With all possibilities of blossom Labor pain moans