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

Myself Again
Sunday in Luleå Alone without heart My old strength back Eyes dry grief drowned Leaving you, like losing a loved one; pain so intense Fuse blew! I am lost now as before we met I know you are there You live, beyond my reach and I unable to feel Myself again numb distant sorrowful strong determined [6/21/98]
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