To be at the tip of the spear.
It’s like asking for loneliness.

Craving for a longing
on an empty belly.

It’s always empty hands,
palms up, nothing to show.

place to place
giving nothing
taking nothing

Always unnoticed when nothing goes,
“An emptiness emptied out and swept
clean of being, Clean of deceive, Queen of windy.”

place to place
hands up in front
just passing through