poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

I starve
I looked into the core of a flower fresh, beautiful and undiscovered She opened for me and I fell inside drunken with her nectar, lost in the luxuriant richness of her mystery The gardens where I once played happy now fade into memory and in her absence I starve [21 II 08]
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