fortunes have been passed from generation
to generation
tales of humor and sorrow liquefy
the soul.
it enlightens us and makes us glow
with distress
and some take the tales
with salt - some with honey.
the fortunes are taken to a place
a place at the inner
core
this is the place where your spirit
lives
roaming the corridors of consciousness.
inside the consciousness is
yellow
shag
carpeting
you can sprawl
out on it
and flop
like a fish does.
the fish has no name
it utters nothing
for it has no voice
its voice is inside me
inside you.
the shag muffles
its voice and yours
and the voice of those around
you.
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