1. Loss

Follow a droplet of rain
Hurtling towards the earth
Landing on a flower petal
It rolls over it
Carressing it
Before it lands
In pitch black soil
Dispersing cascading through the soil
Quenching its thirst

A man in a bed
Short fast intakes of breath
Jumbled thoughts
Real mixed with illusions
Breathing is more like a whisper now
The inevitable is approaching
Not Slow like before
But like a freight train
Faster faster faster then nothing

We scurry we consume
Busying ourselves with nothing
Lets pray to Harry Potter
Worship at the feet of emptiness
We Attack and mock
There must be more
Are we just empty vessels
Vapid with no substance
Turn it around and follow the right path

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