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Hole
As I grow older, Edging farther from the hole in my soul, From which my universe emanates, Radiating the artistic and aesthetic ideas That enlighten my existence,
I see, as my time ebbs, hope, A glimmer of possibility, That death will not only cancel my debts But commute my mortal sentence, Return my spirit to its cosmic source,
The glow rising, slowly, from that hole, Whose warmth might embrace me, In its alembic of endlessness, The cessation of hours, days, years... That hole, which fills my soul.
12/18/08 - (2)
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