14/04/2016

#poem #poetry #amwriting #napowrimo sansan Hollow 14 April

Hollow

Within this wooden womb, my heart:
its timbrel louder than the devil;
is all that breaks the silence here.
The circled walls, on touch impart
to fingertips some gnostic will
to know, some part of us explained.
The blank of touch: thoughts appear
traced into sense in patterned grain.