than an exercise in abject futility,
a burden of unreceived echoes
that search frantically for validity
but return with a harrowing emptiness
that mocks the essence of my existence.
The cold abstract silence has become
a disconcerting deafness
that rings with resounding persistence
and renders my valiant efforts
to be useless and unabsorbed by anyone
other than the agitated enigma of myself.
that rings with resounding persistence
and renders my valiant efforts
to be useless and unabsorbed by anyone
other than the agitated enigma of myself.
Jon
in a frustrated poetic mode
