
Dampened hopes fall upon
my empty shallow soil,
where no amount of downpour
can quench what cannot be
Leaving only a moist reminder
of a once saturated spirit
in growth's completeness
[an authentic aura ... adrift]
And I bleed my worth absent
in seconds that surround
endless aching time
Remembering rays that once
fought through this dark mind
[no longer penetrating peace]
Growth cannot be sustained
in this environment of dereliction
As once again shadows dawn
upon my soul in this
surrender to desolation
[my heart's constant companion]





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Be the happy little cow-milker! 






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