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Apr 2012
infinity

supreme
ironist

i thought

offered me
no answers

merely
hollow
laughter

then
i realized

i was not
asking the
right
questions

and impatience ruled me

there are answers
given
if
you are open

and empty of self?
  
sometimes i wait
like a vessel
on the beach

the tide washes in
Eileen Prunster
Written by
Eileen Prunster  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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