Longing poem

 Longing

I would give up 

My small wine cup of joy.

 I would forsake

 This world of delusionary happiness,

 Only to be one

 With the starry infinite expanse

 Which competes with Time, 

In its indestructibility

 And Abstractness 

I would be nearer the Maker, 

My soul says so, 

Please, O Nothingness! 

Spare me this 

Godless confinement on Earth

 And make me

 One with you.

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