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Mar 2013
The wilderness

The absolute emptiness.

Where cries are not heard

Prayers not answered.

In that solitude

I mused.

I miss

The orbital turn

And even if not,

I would spurn the helping hand

The kindly smiles.

Yes.

The wilderness was a walk of many miles.

Moses must have known it in a dream

An ending where no ending’s seen

Just the places where we all have been

A silence within the silent scream.

An eternity of pain

Without the rainbows end

No promise of gold

When we grow old.

No lease

When all your life’s been sold.

Just Awesome night

And the wilderness.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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