Who, What, When, Where, Why

Blamessness
trickles down
the faces
of those
whose eyes
are empty.

Neither what
to say or do
has a mind.

No arms
of embrace
are resolved.

No plan
ignores
a heart
that cares.

Only silence.

What was
a walk
becomes
a step.

What was a flame
becomes a candle
unwaxed
in its time.

What is melted
is every dream.

A loss for words
and a blank stare.

No map leads
to this place;
it is found
by loss.

I waited
for the flowers,
but they never came.

My garden
is fruitless,
and every bird
starves.

Thorns
and splinters
have promised
more.

Emptied
is the bowl
of my being.

It's taken me
already.

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