Forlorn Search

Forlorn Search

My days are filled 

With hours 
Of cluttered symbolism,
Hasty desires.
They mean nothing.
All simultaneously 
Clutter so closely 
That I am driven,
Salivating for them.
The meaningless of life.
Rip your heart open
Pour out the blackness,
The slime…
Invite pure joy
Infinite fullness
To envelope 
To caress
The Who
That you are. 
Finally Eternally grateful
I may rest 
In eternal peace.
jon jacobs. 3/17/15

Forlorn Search My days are filled  With hours  Of cluttered symbolism, Hasty desires. They mean nothing. All simultaneously  Clutter so closely  That I am driven, Salivating for them. The meaningless of life. Rip your heart open Pour out the blackness, The slime… Invite pure joy Infinite fullness To envelope  To caress The Who That you […]

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