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Vacuum:
by J. Allen Wilson
Monday, January 05, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Vacuum:

1. Emptiness caused by absence-

An emptiness caused by somebody or something's absence or removal

2. Space empty of matter-

Physics a space completely empty of matter but not achievable in practice on Earth

Existing, at times am I, but not existing, caught in a void that bares not explanation.

A place where both day and night co- inhabit; a place void of nominal sensation.

Hopes fires are struck against a maddening wind…dwindling…dwindling again and again.

Solitary is the confinement; no crowds…no one…just the darkness behind the door.

Windowless is the room; chains remain coiled about the heart.

Faith remains the only key that will unlock this prison cell and release the heart once more.

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Reviewed by Cryssa C	1/12/2009

what a perfect description... Cryssa




Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)	1/7/2009

I will continue to lift you up in prayer, blessings Allen, Holly




Reviewed by Ed Matlack	1/6/2009

I haven't heard from Rene since Dec 31st & I can, though less than you, understand what you mean here...Ed




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	1/6/2009

Seems I feel that way, too. Pray for me?? I'll keep you in mine. (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <




Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya	1/5/2009

Existing, at times am I, but not existing, caught in a void that bares not explanation. A place where both day and night co- inhabit; a place void of nominal sensation. Hopes fires are struck against a maddening wind…dwindling…dwindling again and again. Allen...I agree with karla here...BHUWAN!!




Reviewed by Lois Christensen	1/5/2009

A black man here in apt I moved to in Aug just lost his loving wife 2 days before Christmas. She died in middle ot night. She was sick but would not go to the dr. He is in the club we belong to now too. Many go through it and it isn't pleaant and never will be. I still miss my Tom so much but feel his spirit at all times too.




Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner	1/5/2009

The key to unlocking the vacuum is your last line: but I know how you feel. Empty. Airless. Would you say a prayer for me? You are in mine ... (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

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