Song of Sensing Emptiness

All our souls at midnight
Sing on the shopping channels
deep eyes and all
thin veils pale
Selling ambrosia
soup of your being

The emptiness behind it all!
The lightning
wished would strike twice
a moment
just lifetimes
hang fire
of eternal nothingness
So many sounds
that are really layers
that become teeth
that grate the midnight hour
that “clack-clack” happily
Down so many storied roads
to wind-up
alone, chattering,
left wondering
if what one really is,
………………………… what she does.


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