Oh empty heart,
	So filled
	With empty thoughts!
	Empty arms
	Clasp visions
	Of nothingness,
	Which vanish
	Like passing time.
	So much
	Hinges upon
	Moment-points
	Unperceived.
	No one
	Knows,
	When the rod
	Strikes the child,
	What destiny
	Rings in answer.
	Split seconds
	May alter
	One's path
	Beyond all knowing,
	And bring
	Heavy burdens
	Upon the
	Wondering soul.

4/10/79

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