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It’s that seduction of emptiness

Freedom of space

Clarity without commitment

Laws with no cage

The idea

Of loving an idea, no one

To report or beholden to

That soft-calling void

Echoes of a path long worn

Soft whispers

Unfamiliarity of a name so gone,

Peeling walls, crumbling facades

Broken furniture, stuck hourglass,

A clock correct only twice a day,

A tired and weary traveller

Makes his way,

Into nothingness.

2 responses

  1. comfort in aloneness is really a mirage…
    comfort lies in commitment to friendship and kindness and love..

    September 2, 2015 at 2:08 pm

    • Well. To each his own.

      Thank you!

      September 2, 2015 at 2:10 pm

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