Caught
within the
fabric
of time,
embedded
in the matrix of
earthly
endeavor,
wrapped
inside the
kaleidoscope
of pleasure,
treadmill
of pain,
we
hunger for each other,
yearn
for the
dawning
of clarity,
hapless
virgins of the clothesline.
The
enclosure so
cleverly
crafted is
occupied,
battalions of idle hungry hearts
roam
the landscape
seeking
answers to
nameless
questions,
a
rock upon which to hang
the
core of elusive existence,
extruding
meaning from
insubstantial air,
anticipating
the dreaded arrival
of
the interminable silence.
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