However vast the emptiness may seem,
the crawling darkness is not my kin, I have not
ushered forth an
invitation.

And yet here remains the lonesomeness,
the echoing hollow of my environment
and still another day stacked on another day,
a viscosity of
Nill.

06/05/2004

Posted on 06/05/2004
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