Is there something else, is there
more?
Where are the
words, the love, the
infinite comfort of a promise,
the constancy of dignity and God?
No more corners to search
and no more books to read and
souls
to look into.
myself
myself
myself
Only thing left, last
thing still not understood.
I cannot see what is behind my eyes
I cannot hear what is between my ears
I cannot understand what is in my mind
Mine mine mine mine….
but not mine to know.
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