the contemplation #4

I hear the murmur of your heart
broadcasting the story of your life
on the medium wave radio frequency,
while you’re hiding your face behind
the wooden Noh mask of your daily fatigue.
you wanted to become a noun,
but the adjectives are still
oozing down your neck ruining
your severe suit.
mind closing the door? the gusts
may blow out my meditation candle.

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