JOHN MCINTOSH
I sought
The high life
And found
Its lofty steeples wanting
Few could survive
The thin air
Of arrogance
And its inevitable loneliness
And so
With empty hands
I fell to
My knees
The cry of
Who am I
Wrenched from
My lips
And in this
Emptiness
The boundless Love
I AM arose
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