Seven and 10 18
Searching reveals nothing new.
Yet that sought is always near.
Never quiet enough
Perceive believe
Sight nor sound
None at all found.
Wishing once and forevermore
Instead.
Quietly they pass after their stoning bitter last
The clasp the root the joy the agony
Temporal dismay
Abandonment, Torment, Long Vent.
Indeed.
Today.