Enemies made by mild reproach
	  Never twice discover love
	  (Like God, gone missing from above)
Since the sin itself was mild enough.

So I stare and swear in lonely rooms
	  Filibustering dust bunnies,
	  Each summation a swift surmise,
Readjusting juries in the gloom.

There is no answering passion
	  In fractious pastimes of the mind
	  Twirling and untwirling twine
While sown unseen grow meaning's lesions.

I am a shadow in a weft
	  Of darks, a nullity who his own
	  Nullity long long has known,
And now no nothing here is left. 

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