How do we measure time?
the day brings
a profusion of orchestrated sound
the night's stillness-
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I like it, sounds reminiscent of Oscar Wilde. I think sometimes though we philosophise too much and then we find ourselves on an empty edge, surrounded by our own judgements with nothing left.
A poem of pervasive sadness both beautiful and profound. How well you handle the English language. You are indeed a skillful wordsmith. That resonates with this reader. The phrase, 'Emptiness as a way of life' is both haunting and evocative. But here we see through a glass darkly. Perhaps, one day, the lights will go on in the windows of the soul. I live for that day.10/10 for your excellent write. Always your friend, Sandra