hollow space

there's no more passion
in the empty temple of secrets,
revisited every once in a while
by eyes just as empty
as the now deserted altar.

no god, no priest, no incense.

no fire.

no life around
except for the ivy
crawling sensually pagan
along stairs and columns
and the several bushes of hydrangeas
meditating.

no noise,
no warmth.

no prayer leftovers on the stony floor
and the holy water vanished
a long time ago.

curator's eyes stare around,
noting the cold proofs of desolation
with the objectivity of an observer,
then leave the empty inbox until next "login".




Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2013-01-07 at 16:48

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This matches my mood today exactly.
2013-01-07