“Spiraling in hollowed caves of skin-stretched me, totally doorless, Emptied of vital parts, previously evicted finally by landlord mind To make nerve-lined living space, needed desperately by my transient, sightless, sleepless, Soul.” MysticismBeat GenerationFree VerseBeat PoetryEsoteric Poetry Book:Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness Source: Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness