Poem
Abol Froushan
Empty
Empty
Empty
Buy me an empty selfI asked in a dream
Like the ting in the I Ching
The ceremonial vessel
With its legs upturned
To clear out the old stuff
Of a default future
The Vessel as a thing of the sea
To steer, to navigate
As a Naav in Persian
or a Nef in French
Upside down
It makes the Nave
The space in a church
To worship from
Ship for war is a Naav
worshippers in a warship
Turned Upside down
Upside down you turn me
Goes the song
And I sing of an empty self
Like an empty vessel to sail
Battling the turbulent seas
To a different shore
© 2017, Abol Froushan
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Empty
Buy me an empty selfI asked in a dream
Like the ting in the I Ching
The ceremonial vessel
With its legs upturned
To clear out the old stuff
Of a default future
The Vessel as a thing of the sea
To steer, to navigate
As a Naav in Persian
or a Nef in French
Upside down
It makes the Nave
The space in a church
To worship from
Ship for war is a Naav
worshippers in a warship
Turned Upside down
Upside down you turn me
Goes the song
And I sing of an empty self
Like an empty vessel to sail
Battling the turbulent seas
To a different shore
Empty
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