living dying soul

My starving hope,

  .. my soul relys

upon the morn of fresh tomorrows.


For love essential--

do not withhold 

upon my living dying soul.


Joy immeasurable

concealed in negative light.

why do you flee from me this night?


For without love my soul would--

     drown, purposeless.

--and what would this world be?


Joy, Hope-- the eternal twins

the components,

the meaning,   the Breathing life.


grasp, cling upon these.

     For they retreat,

with the death of a Soul.




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