It Is Well With My Soul

I don’t believe in the one who got away
only the one who I gave away
because I believed I could do better
would do better
should do better.
In the endless expanse of the majestic
I can feel how infinity might entice
like foreign shores
to the mariners
of ancient faiths
only to find a blank page before me
and nothing to say.
That, itself, is the message
because emptiness is not nothing.
It is everything.


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