Empty ...Yet Again

Empty     ...Yet Again

Another day draws to an end.
And the Universe yawns, once again.
At my stupidity.

Must I always wish
to fill my system with passing comets?
A short burst of energy, emotion, engagement,
enjoyment?

But, as ever,
the ethereal enchantment
goes expeditiously extinct.
Again, no more.
The devotee is destitute, dead.
Again, no more.
The love is lost.
Again, no more.

I lose, again, as always.
Alone, again, as always.
Empty, again, as always.

Left again, alone, with my tears,
and my words.  My empty words.
Rumi's Shams has again set.
The light has again gone out.
All that remains is the twilight, the promise of the darkness to come.
The demons.  The beasts.  The vampires. The loneliness.

Yuck...
Who cares anymore.
Not even I.
I am stupid.
I must pay the price. 

When will I ever learn?
Humen and I are not meant to be.
I rue the passing of my comet.
But then, perhaps,
I am no star.
Or perhaps am, but with a tail, myself.
Capable only of wandering.
Destined to wowing systems for a brief interlude,
between their silent, morose, meaningless existences.
And then, to leave.
Trail blazing.
Or, tail flailing.

Or else, I am,
but a line.
Either,
I have no intersection
with another.
Or if I do,
it is meant to be a brief meeting.
And that, to only send us away.
Farther.  And farther, from each-other.

A line,
unlike any other two-dimensional existence,
I can hold nothing within me.
And if I do,
ever so ephemerally,
I am soon empty.
Yet again.

I am a line.
Separated again.
Empty again.
Yet, a line,
always, infinite.
At both,
non-ends!

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