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Nothingness
Nothingness
My days are bare and empty.
Come to me like the flowing river,
Speak to me a few hollow words,
What are you doing here?
While the garden is deserted and desolate,
What are you searching for?
The room is vacant and the
Clammy air, mizzly windows....permeating stillness
Who are you?
Sitting languorous in this wintry night
What are you doing here?
Why have you covered your face?
Show me, what you have in your cold hands
Who is He along with you?
Staid, dull and speechless
Say something, time is incoherent and infrequent
Nothingness ..
.
Emptiness...
Blankness...
do you mean inmost love
Are you being or becoming?
Tell me, or merely a shadow
drooping under the old and tattered tree.
You are so haggard.
You are so pensive
What would you do at this time?
What will you get in this time?
Nothing...nothing...nothing...
Will you collect your sullen flowers?
That you have given me last time...
Or will you meet me on the seashore?
Tell me, where? You mean, nowhere...
The rain and the light
Oozing water and void eyes
meeting to meet the faces on the void and unlatched door ...
