In his chest,
A chasm of longing
so deep it splits him
in two sides:

his automaton
every day ritual-like
looking for the meaning
of life side that
searches for that mystical
feeling he felt in combat

(he may have pulled the trigger
but something - no, someone
bigger was working
through him - he was only
a vessel),

and the side he barely
recognizes consciously, tho sub-
consciously she suffuses his
presence so much that
his spirit leaves his body nightly
searching for her light.

11/02/2012

Posted on 11/02/2012
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