A thought on the squandering of our emotional resources, the premonition of a navel-gazer's trek toward emotional bankruptcy.

Spendthrift,

malingering
along
uncharted frontiers
liquid sorrow
bastes
unformed words
whose crystal
resonant vibrance
reverberates
within
a pilgrim soul
gaze once more
upon your
lint-filled navel
and share
the blossom
of heaving bosom
therein find
a brokenness
with no need of mending




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© Frederick Kesner. All Rights Reserved.

Published 2011/07/04

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