in weariness and loss
now my emptiness
is all I have--
and while metaphysical
mavens pronounce this
as good--
my rent is due
I'm out of money
the world throws
a party to which
I'm not invited
and my imitation
of a statue
is praised by those
who aren't sitting
on this pedestal
and that's not so good--
but I do have my emptiness
and heaven alone knows
whether I'll survive long enough to see
what will fill it--
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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