Emptiness
Agony
The clock strikes one.
Once with this
Thy will is done.
Nothing more
I cannot find.
Seedless melons
Lemon rinds.
As the thoughts
The winds do blow
Seemingly
Or is it so?
Starving
In my inner self
Sitting dry
Upon a shelf.
Clasping in
My heart's desire
Clipping hedges
When I'm dire.
Lines of smoke
Rise in the midst
Drifting onward
Won't be missed.
Trudging forward
In the sand
My feet, they sink
Inside your hand.
5-6-09
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