Make Me

You have a thought
Of a want to make
But no time
To create
So it drifts away

Into a little black void
Where it hangs
On a big black canvas of a wall
With a want to be made

A gallery
Of art
That is not shared
On which no hands
                                   nor eyes
                                                   nor ears
                                                                   nor hearts
Nor anything but your own soul’s desires are laid

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