I wrote this for a friend.



Life is frequently Lonely,

rarely Long and seldom Satisfying.


the shadows cast by all (Our) Longing

mill about (Us) hemming (Us) in,

apart and Together only in Disconnection

until all that remains of (Us) is me.


and suspended by (our) Cells in (our) cells

it becomes easy for the Mes to say

"there's naught around the Corner"

"there's not a thing left to Me"


yet right around the Corner

lies the Paradigm (We) will possess

there's no way to stare around the bend

gotta turn now to feel some Satisfaction

The End

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