SOTO & us

sleeping poet

on the phone with souls

stolen from the sent away

mastering the art of Volume

the poet is asleep, external silence

where she can become nothing

visiting death's cousin

time to awake and re-dedicate to now

to the infinite language that 

is spoken very well

good night, and thank you

good morning

good and bad

want what you do not want 

do not want what you want

want not, do you, what want

no desire

no suffering

connections of all

placid and peaceful

for the poet who is asleep

visiting death's cousin

everything becomes a blur

now, for focused times

infinite gratitude for opposites

forever sound endures