Like For Like.
__________
I shall become Silence.
Like for Like.. so that
nothing is ventured,
gained, or taken from
this.
Essentially the same
as I was.
(before dreaming
of Her Kiss.)
A Man more Hollow
than T.S. Eliot could
have imagined.
(A Nightmare Being
seldom fathomed.)
Something No Better
(or worse) than this
Indifferent World.
(I've always thought
to Be a Curse.)
j.s.h. (unfortunately..)
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