POEM: The thing that goes thump in the night

Late at night
When every living thing has ceased
it’s restless doing
The heart still stirs
It’s undiminished ardour
haemorhaging consciousness
lest the distracted mind forget
to attend to the ineffable longing
that thrums it’s aching core

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~ by Raymond Oberholzer on April 2, 2007.

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