empty husks are often forgotten
an empty husk, the fruits of which long ago
dried up and shrivelled
now rattles uselessly
he lets himself blown back
and forth by the wind
without finding ground or solidity
one day, some will try
to gently break open the shell
and try not to get hurt
by the stinging tentacles
with which he seems intangible
but will fail
nor will the world bother to see
beyond the vain promise and deceit
this hollow husk merely appears to be
