416 – Empty

The dazzling colors
Of distraction.

Empty eyes.

The silent whispers
Of self-doubt.

Empty ears.

The seductive taste
Of pleasure.

Empty tongue.

The pungent smell
Of ego.

Empty nose.

The nagging demons
Of discomfort.

Empty body.

Staring at
An empty moment.

No self.

Who stares?

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