Empty Quest

An epicurean of love
Slammed the distance
With a surly thump
Yearning a call, without
A care in the world

Wriggling in flipping pain
He cried,
An oven of smoke,
Amber of his love

While the ribbon of life
Was thinning his length
Grating, shred after shreds;
The remnant nipped
His brisk breath

Journeyman, a passerby
Intoned a song
Gabbing a lousy laugh
And tore free, outlining
An empty quest

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