one word

I may belong
to just one word
in a tenuous lullaby
unsung by a silent bird

my heart gropes
for that single sigh
in the swamps of lanterns lit

the paths ahead
bit by bit
but never less

grateful each day led
tentatively I dream
for absolutely nothing do I possess

all is only
but a fleeting gleam


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bloo.blloom.nothing.david.anything

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