the ego heals
last.
it's a slow go with that.
the heart
is fine.
the house, the things you
possess,
all is well.
it's the inner clanging of
an old bell
that's hard to stop.
but slowly.
like distant church bells
ringing.
you get far enough away,
that they
begin
to go soft,
then at last there is silence.
and finally you can
hear the proverbial
pin drop.
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
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