A hollow
of once
a frame
absent of
a picture
eyes deep
set dead
a ghost
I became
wandering through
past’s vestiges
until a
spark seen
out yonder
beckoning me
come hither
for nigh
is a
highway to
nothing nowhere
A hollow
of once
a frame
absent of
a picture
eyes deep
set dead
a ghost
I became
wandering through
past’s vestiges
until a
spark seen
out yonder
beckoning me
come hither
for nigh
is a
highway to
nothing nowhere