It’s in that
emptiness I find
my empire waiting
that wood that
would and that
hollow that allows
me to wallow
the den that
when I need
turns the shallow
into haloed ground
and I swim
in the sound
and go round
and round until
around I follow
the very fellow
and his fallow
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I love the flow of this, especially at the end
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