hollowed the urban howl

By Dylan Barmmer

Oh, whole worlds
await, to be
explored
discovered
adored

My love
your hand
I hold
so close
to me
until
I break
into a million
tiny pieces

Won’t you
pick me up
I will dust
myself off
then mold
my soul
into something
this world
has never known
I will rise
and soar
and prowl
yes, devour
every awesome
inch of your
sacred territory
your hallowed
ground, I walk
upon with reverence

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Essential Rumi.

Sip a little more:
Linger, My Love, In The Cracks Where Light Gets In
Connect At The Point Where Electricity Sparks

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