Blank

Woken, crash to reality,

the unfamiliar scent,

wrapped around the room.

Hair draped across my face,

an extra arm sprouting across my chest,

from the nameless body.

Not a Salome Ann Duffy body,

though I'm sure the allure was present

if now faded.

And now once again,

I escape the cave of whatsername,

to my next pursuit

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Empty Pursuits

What do they hope for?

those who pursue it.

It does not heal or enlighten,

strengthen or richen

It is the most shallow of all pursuits,

and indeed the pursuers,

shall soon find them selves falling amongst the grains,

for if all you existence amounts to

is chasing fame for fame's sake,

it is a life built on sand

and liable to come crashing down around you.

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