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Vacancy

I’ve hit a dry spell, nothing deep
Is stirring in my soul;
A vacancy to occupy,
No embers in the coal.

Waiting for a falling star
That’s on some cosmic quest
To stop a while and occupy
A soul that’s dispossessed.

No influences good or bad,
I’m stranded on a dune
Staring through the interval
Between the sun and moon.

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