Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Empty Life


What exists
where there is nothing?

What lives
in the emptiness between?

Distance is always an illusion.
Separateness is only a claim.

1 comment:

  1. Hangman

    These are my shoes. This
    Is my tie (Picked from the dark).
    Knot it. Nameless work.

    [Disposable Haiku October 24, 2012]
    Dr. Mike

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