i sense a theme developing

pour into me whatever you are
that i might become something;
send me your fire anger and hate
that i might be black and rage;
or send your green life heart
that i might become a new and growing thing,
just send something…

you can scream into my blank cave face
and i will send it echoing back at you;
or maybe weep that my heart might break
and bleed your own unbound tears at your feet.

i’m a stretched canvas…waiting…

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