Without which, a day
would not pass
Has now become a
casual indulgence
That which flavored
the wit for long
Is an ingredient far
away now
The presence is
still very much there
And invitation still
valid and clear
The compulsion
yesterday is an option today
Desirable, even now.
Newness even now
But bland and blank
the taste has become
So much of it deep
inside now
That absence is
noticed only in crucial times
When so called joy
is as good as dullness
When responses are
no longer solutions
Temporal taste
determines now
Occasional newness
is cherished now
Why did it come to
this?
Loss of journey to
apparent stillness
Sense of vacuum in
seeming fullness
Occupy me again, let
me set sail again
Still-voyage is
living, staying on is dying
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