The Wanderer in Form

I have fallen into love’s open arms
There is no place left within me
That is a harbor for falsehood
Or righteous trickery
Illusory world that deceives us
And pulls us into desire
No longer has power over me
I have become a slave to love
And a servant of truth
There is no great regaling at this
For it hurts to leave the world
And yet still walk in the world
One must endure a constant heartbreak
This dismantling of all structures
Renders you empty
And in that emptiness
Must you walk
Half ecstatic, half desolate
A wanderer in form
Seeking nothing
But falling forever into the unknown.

Photo by Myoung Kang on Unsplash

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