O pit that will not be filled!
O chasm of empty longing!
I am full of thy emptiness!
I am brim with thy abyss!
I seek!
But the sod that would fill thee
and grow precious flowers in its place
seeketh not that her roots may grow there.
And the emptiness weeps!
weeps!
and fills its corners with throbbing tears!
--Lewie II
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