With something gone, with something missing--
an empty hole with an empty mind--
There's nothing to fill,
who wants it?
With something here, with something there—
with all knowing eyes
I find there’s something to fill
who wants it?
Filling your plate, tossing the remains
Dumping out the trash, stacking the dishes
Layering your body in the cold, stripping in the heat
Your cup teeters
drink...
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