More poetry (from the soul)

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Fill the void with space

Distant murmurs and hums
Of what is called ‘life’?
I wonder… Do they know?
…for they know not why they do

Here I drift and roam
Without going anywhere, 
I travel far and deep
While other souls sleep

A hole is swelling
The whole diminished 
Blinded by vision
Driven to destruction

And here I drift and roam
Going nowhere in particular
Exploring our whole
To replenish our soul

Within the awakening masses
Are remnants of knowns
Lost wisdoms retreat-ing
A yell goes unheard 
In our vacuum of existence

​I drift and roam
Seeking to let go
Just to be, to be…
To sleep, then to see

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