Poem: Beyond my filters

my filters bursting.

So full of thoughts,
           of whistling speech,
my mind….

                         something new.
Mind’s laid with something new.
Mind’s laid with…

Note: This is a blackout poem, starting with the lyrics of Nature by Fourmyula.


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