in this evolving emptiness <br />that's gaurded by the galaxies <br />sleep slips into regular folds <br />of this body and settles <br />in its intriguing contours <br />and the day too wakes up into <br />blinding emptiness <br />all more out of habit <br />i deliberately create nothingness <br />to negate this embryonic <br />meaninglessness that smarts <br />through the routine eyeballs <br />in sleep as well wakefulness <br />do you hear the rattling of bones <br />in the empty sack that gets moved <br />about by the everyday business of life? <br /> <br />08sep2009 <br />20.40hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-again-2/
