your cold hearted unresponsiveness
to my seeking you so ferventlymakes my heart slow down
threatening even to stop pumping
that life giving blood to flow
to every fibre of my being
your hiding your face
and letting me not knowyour dwelling that i may not reach you
to plead with you to listen
to my supplications overflowing
from the centre of my desolations
your running away from me
with your stone deafnessand silence of that widest wilderness
not even that camel, the desert ship
can enable me to reach you to deliver
my message for my becoming whole
© henry victor 16.04.2010
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