I’ve lived my life on fire,
overspending in every arena
and in the evenings,
when I come home –
that empty home…
I question.
Relentlessly, I question.
Looking in every corner
of evey universe.
Everywhere I see,
I see.
Wonder. Wonder why.
Peeling back - no, tearing back
the purposeless layers
‘till only that with purpose
remains.
But what attains
when nothing remains?
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