A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Closure

As with Kundera’s

Unbearable lightness of being
So with the openness

That begets such heaviness
I face blankness

The vastness of a suddenly vacant consciousness
The vanished vanquished vanity
Of an arrogant artful me
All knowing I was
Oh How I Was

Till this dot of time
A Period
To punctuate a life that flowed
Unhesitatingly, unbeknown to lightness
Of heart, Of feeling, Of being.

Lighter of my excess emotional baggage
I sag. Not lift.
I lag. And drift.

Seeking closure. That which
Will never be, seeing that
I could never
Never
Never let you go.
Ever.

19 January, 2011
Online. Assaying antithetical presumptuous nonsense 😀

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