Black canopy of stars

nestled distant

where they belong;

where once we may

have laid a claim,

but have since forsaken

irreverent.

This is the time to go,

this is the space.

Life a fleeting walk deliberate,

unspoken in the meaning ways,

where form and intention

are read like lines of energy.

Destitute.

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Truth/Meaning was written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.