the vein is finally tapped

exhaustion

empty sense of accomplishment

body quivering in a breeze

like the flung arrow

nailing the distended

sense of self

and then coming to rest


this way is closed

the thin pull of the

opposite direction

closes it behind us

as we repent our imaginations

as expiation for our expended quests









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