Weight of waiting
heavy hours roll slow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Who will cradle me
lift me from the pit
You are not here
hollow absence without a face
I raise my eyes to the mountain
see no arms upraised
See no anchor
Pivoting the world
You are not within
Break the shackles of the empty Os
Self-sparmagos in gold frenzy
rend my flesh an eat it too
in an engorged whirl
to end all longing
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