Devoid of Meaning

Endless expanse
of the echo. Sing
from the heart,
Hollow Being.

Devoid of meaning,
adrift in the seas,
the sheen, gleaming,
she sees things
and warps the meaning
into a more pleasant

But still, the echo…

it’s singing,
the same song, repeating
the same meaningless bleating.

Fulfillment, fullness,
expanding light
fills her with newness
and glows.

But still, a little loose,
the growing glimmer
fits like a new truth
and rattles amidst
the hollow room –

and born anew.

© CG Tenpenny, 2021.

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