Untitled - Poem by Angel Roth
does God throb in the empty corners of life?
timeless, endless, unwondering?
like a bass guitar filling up
all the noise with vibration
as if to say-
what of all this?
does it satisfy
does it complete you
all the noise?
is it not my constant throbbing
that sets your heart apace?
is your song not as empty as this
corner without me?
does your blood not flow swifter
accompanied by my silent probing?
does it not?
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