Empty

A string
of nothing
pervades.
It sponges up
all loose thought
and never yields.

Between no place
and a ringing
high pitch
I stare.

Nothing to do
but sit alone
in the dark
thinking of you
of us
all of us.

and I feel it.

-2008/02/08-

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I came I saw I rented the DVD
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