Forlorn SearchMy days are filled
With hoursOf cluttered symbolism,Hasty desires.They mean nothing.All simultaneouslyClutter so closelyThat I am driven,Salivating for them.The meaningless of life.Rip your heart openPour out the blackness,The slime…Invite pure joyInfinite fullnessTo envelopeTo caressThe WhoThat you are.Finally Eternally gratefulI may restIn eternal peace.jon jacobs. 3/17/15
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