An Absence

I guess it’s silence that I fear,
Or maybe crave, I cannot tell:
These strange, familiar feelings — lost
Inside this world I know so well

And all that once was certitude
Comes crashing down in dust and din,
And what a mess I’ve made of things
And what an empty man I’ve been

The fullest, widest feeling: lack.
A prairie spreading everywhere:
This absence that I must traverse
Seems endless, echoless,

And bare

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