Tears

And when all the tears have teared

down the valleys and gorges : 

navigating the crevices of my

stricken face in darkness -

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I ask myself - "What was it ?"

Grief? Pain? Angst?

Fear? Hope? Love?

Lust? Death? Life?

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When all the tears have teared

down the resistance that was my heart - 

and brimmed, shimmering in the light.

Boiling broth burning my form.

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I ask myself - What for ?

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Stifled voices of my soul

finding resonance in nothingness.

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When all the tears have teared

to a dry patch : leaving

the eyes like a pyre to burn alone.

Heart-y incense.

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I laugh - or my soul does

while my stricken face stares into nothing

and the thoughts carry the nothingness

into words that you can read.