nothingness

Bones exposed in a field –
At the thought, how the wind
Bites into my flesh.

Matsuo Bashō

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eternity

Found again. What?
Eternity.
The sea gone
With the sun.

Sentinel soul,
We’ll breathe the truth
Of vacant night
And burning day.

From people’s praise,
Vulgar élan,
You free yourself,
Fly where you can.

Since from just you,
Embers of silk,
Rises The Task
With no ‘at lasts’.

There, no hope,
No new start.
Truth through patience
Torture for sure.

Found again. What?
Eternity.
The sea gone
With the sun.

Arthur Rimbaud