Aug 212011
Enemies made by mild reproach
	 Never twice discover love
	  (Like God, gone missing from above)
Since the sin itself was mild enough.

So I stare and swear in lonely rooms
	 Filibustering dust bunnies,
	 Each summation a swift surmise,
Readjusting juries in the gloom.

There is no answering passion
	 In fractious pastimes of the mind
	 Twirling and untwirling twine
While sown unseen grow meaning's lesions.

I am a shadow in a weft
	 Of darks, a nullity who his own
	 Nullity long long has known,
And now no nothing here is left. 

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