Flirting with Eliot and Twain (Oh my)

When I speak, my words
are quiet and meaningless,


like dry leaves rustling
against the bark.

Nothing is sacred anymore.
Nothing makes us see how
We once dreamed.

All that is left is this
abyss -- this hollow-ness...

We are the hollow men,
we are the sufferers ---
For thine is the Kingdom...

Between this moment and
the next falls the Shadow.

Between the consciousness
and the reality,

Between the thought and
the creation,

falls
the
Shadow

Between my self and yours,
between the stars and the waters...
falls
the
Shadow.

This is how the world ends, this
is
how
the...

Life is................................

For thine is the
Kingdom,

This is how the world en...... .  .   .    .     .  

"life itself is only a vision. A dream. Nothing exists, save empty space and you. And you... are but a thought.  - The Mysterious Stranger