Pining

Such hollow bravery

an empty day

brings

passionate enterprise

abandoned

for shillings

and a crumpled heart.

That star, candle, breastbone

wish

not taken heed of

dusty roads

are more fertile.

To want and then

give in to

panic & fear

irrational musings

no-thought would

be better

empty-headed

and happy.

You can’t buy

your way into

heaven.

Not one piece

of real estate

is for sale

there.

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