To avoid the void
that you can't escape
All the futile attempts
yielding naught more
than a reason lame
to squander away life
unlived
The loneliness you're
born with
cannot be wished away
or filled-in by company
Complete from the start
complete to the end
and complete every moment of emptiness
that you need embrace
instead of (vying to) escape
The resounding silence
is the song ultimate
An ode to the magic of being
just (by) yourself
Even the planet,
that bears your weight
and of your sobs uncried, misplaced,
is lost in a vast void
all by itself
What could be more complete,
filling and wholesome
than the zilch
that is us each
on this lonely planet
swooning about itself.
The void is the company to keep,
the fulfillment ultimate,
to complete the oneness
in being alone, not lonely.
All the futile attempts
to avoid the void inescapable
are the only things worth avoiding
to realise the beauty and wholeness
of being alone, not lonely.
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