lost
lost and unborn
is the hour of the dawn

dim
dim and far
is the light of a star

attenuated cries disperse as waves of anguish spreading outwards
in ever fading spheres of unreflected sense
no echoes return
from the silent universe
of unself

long
long and white
are the bones of the night

thin
thin and bare
is the arm
of
despair



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