An Abundance of Emptiness


So many words,

so many thoughts,

the problem lies

in picking one.


Try to grab a star

out of the sky,

or a handful

of the ocean,

Even if it can be done,

what do we do then,

with this thing in our possession?


What purpose does it serve?

Are we

just meddling with things

we don’t understand?


Every word a power.

Every sound a spell.

Every touch a story.

Every look a tell.


Looking at the empty ocean,

a sky as black as Hell,

I keep returning

and drawing from the well.



HG – 2021

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