in the darkness
the emptiness tastes like dirt
the pure orangic kind
that smells wonderful and wholesome
in the emptiness
her presense is light
light as the only
shining star on a dark night
wish as i may
resentful as i dare
bitter as i feel
empty as i desire
all these states
of being
only inherently
push me further from
the truth
that binds emptiness
to completeness