Don’t leave love for misunderstanding heartlessness and ear uncircumcised hearing loss madness.
In the remaining vacuum there is only the silent sound absent Gods love loss of fear echoing off valley walls a dirge of our collective sadness o’er death laid up on rust in shadow where moths and rot rest in gladness;
This life’s but a shallow retailed illusion.
A Del Sol Melamine decorative conclusion lazy susan serving in all space and time causality non nutritional happiness’s milk or meat delusion.
It’s a mystery calorically empty sated joyful fullness having seemingly no boon everlasting this our perennial social disunion.