Something primal howls
Lingering on the wind
So much of nothing lost
All the time in between
Believing in hope
Even when it is gone
Mourners murmur in the background
Constant like all those yesterday's
Facing it everyday out there
Judging poet murmuring sunshine
Twisting meaning
Like the wind changing the surface
Shifting the smoke of many fires
Yet never heard
Primal howl draining hope
Lingering on the air
So much lost
All adding up to nothing
As the clock strikes one
Believing in emptiness
As it fills the oasis in the abyss
Holding its stare
So the truth can be written In the silence
Passionless
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