From the zenith of nothingness
A bliss emanates like spark
And goes justifying
Into the dark eternity
And
Here is whence again
Nature fails symmetry
To my existence
And the creature in me
Is left to tread an unbound nothingness
Where no love exists
But just an illusion
A sweet transient bliss of pretence
And a futile trust
Of love's eternity
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