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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Empty

Empty
A Word fills the world with sound
And nothing is left
Look to the sky
No horse nor horseman
No herald of coming
Refreshment
Empty
I lift my eyes to the hills
The distilled vapors
That ran down
Now return home
Their byways and
Meeting places
Empty
No more pushing up daisies
Unfruitful fields
Plateaus clean
Save for a single
Cake leaving
Jug and barrel
Full
The hollow prophet refreshed
Widow and child also
And the devoid house
Flush with life
With Words not
Spoken there before
Empty
No health No breath No life
Empty filled the bed
Filled and raised again
He Who fills
The prophet's mouth
Has not left us
Empty

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