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Without God



There's certain sadness
That unfolds and creeps out
Filling me like an unwelcome feast.
Stomach bloated with doubt.
Eyes cast down with doubt.
Heart stoned by doubt.
Fear frothing up and over
Seeps out
In caustic spills.
There's certain sadness
Without origin;
No root
No source or spring.
There's certain sadness
No comfort can comfort:
No hand-- 
No embrace--
No news--
No seeming span of time.
There's certain sorrow
A whining fiddle cannot mimic.
Mournful songs pour whiskey
But flow like water,
Roll over but do not cleanse
Pour into
But do not satiate,
my soul.

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