Haiku #556 – #558

556.

Empty, empty void.
Man-made viruses of our
Silences. I’ll sleep

557.

Alone, I feel aches
In each bone turning to stone.
My gums turned to eels,

558.

A trunk from my nose.
Yet where I misread karma,
Coincidence kills.

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