August 7, 2014

GreatNothing

By EPRobles

LOVER, my step
  /broken\
Falling-feel near your
furnaceSoul …
I [just me] dirt,dear
And I died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
I denied my dirty HandHeart
I [me] am no thing AND
bow to a GreatNothing
that eats me [i] should
can [did]die<denying>
a fumbling mumbling
emberWish “I love you…”

:: 08-06-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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