Sweet Mystery

Cold hunger moves on,
forever searching for sacred omissions,
upon which scattered ambitions lie waiting,
reaching farther for just one moment,
where refuge may be found.

It is here we make our final stand,
alone and unafraid,
the outcome already decided,
by rhymes and reasons
beyond our ability to control.

Standing still,
holding our breath for worlds unseen,
giving it up at bargain basement costs,
then wondering why it is
there never seems to be enough
to go around.

Ah yes,
here it comes again,
sweet mystery,
smooth like silk,
how much more can be absorbed
before slipping into the endless dream?
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