BEARING LETTER

In keeping with technological stealth,
Some nameless soul returned my wealth.
It was a peculiar “bearing” letter,
Stamp prepaid but had “Nil” matter.

The text had no head, body or tail
When I received this soulful mail
Either feelings were a boundless void
Or the policy adopted was to “best avoid”.

The sources such as this are scarcely found,
Where blankness may be attachment abound.
For last evening, around this time,
I hiccupped real hard for
No reason or rhyme.

Your being in me is just fit for my health
While you be the owner of all my wealth.

~Glow Worm~