Dagaz

Posted on by anna christ

As if the cup was ever empty

we attach meaning to everything

as if it was a summer day in November

we can change everything

Yet the emptiness lingers on assuming all forms

and all meaning

leaving us unimportant defeated desperate

and the rain…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...