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furiously I search without end
looking for the elusive gift
that unknown quantity is unfound
I ache for it in silent moments
seeking a potency that has passed
desiring an emotion already spent
and therein lies my rage, my hate
longings, desires unfufilled torment
now, in the passing moment right now
I reach out with inner senses
tentatively exploring sensations
rendering what expression I can find
an image of a die that has been cast
the fullness of soil, brutally rent
rainclouds that have come too late
images of past are delivered, now spent
languishing over those, their potency
seeking a fragment of what is to be
amongst the remains of what has been
I suffer the taste of bitter ashes.
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