it is the graveyard
of loneliness,
space where
meaning flees the
wrap of reason
nothing
abates an
unfathomable
morass of
meaninglessness
nothing equates!
even hollowness
extracts a fee in
fulsome grace, a
winsome smile that
pays with pain
© 14 December 2008, I. D. Carswell
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