Seven and 10 18

Searching reveals nothing new.

Yet that sought is always near.

Never quiet enough

Perceive believe

Sight nor sound

None at all found.

Wishing once and forevermore

Instead.

Quietly they pass after their stoning bitter last

The clasp the root the joy the agony

Temporal dismay

Abandonment, Torment, Long Vent.

Indeed.

Today.