Reverie

Visions of her beset him
with false and fleeting pleasure
When dreams are dark and deep.
He sees her, runs to hold her;
But slipping through his fingers,
Lightly departs his treasure,
The dream he cannot keep,
Wafted on wings that follow
The shadowy paths of sleep
- Agamemnon, Aeschylus

(because, sometimes, life is much alike Greek tragedy
ostensibly grand, but with death looming.)
The void consumes me, I consume nothing.

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