Black despondency in emphatic minor keys
hew our psyche in paranoid anxiety
small tendrils of hope cling and echo
till our subconscious reverberates.
An inner angst of vacuous indecision
pulls forth disharmony in struggle
to a harmonious web of
human inter-connectedness.
The one small clod of earth
ineffably linked in subliminal
telepathy to the universal prism of life.
When we have all our answers
we are blind to a priori questions;
the emptiness we seek to fill
has no material substance.
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