The netherworld of buzz kills
Where nothing survives
The usurping
Usurping life’s oxygen
Of silence, stillness
Sucking my air away
With the constancy of words
Rush! Mad Rush!
How so very alone are we!
Lost cavernous souls
Wandering hitherto
Watching shadows
At nearby distances
Ushering me away
With great urgency
A lost era drowning
Casting its net upon me
Bought and beggared
Bettered and battered
Those wandering eyes
Be swift be lost be gone be well
Good riddance, good-bye
God bless such immodest soul
One of far too many words
Little then left to imagination
Imperfect within perfection
Perfect in the realm of imperfection.
J. L. Tornquist 21 May 2009
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