empty
I wait for
what will fill me
but it is not quite
as promised...
empty is not filled
with a grace that sustains...
it is just empty
and what you fill it with
is just as empty...
anything you can imagine
is not the Ineffable "It"
empty I wait and
for what I wait is empty....
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