Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Whence nothing is a state...as She once said...

And as me looked straight
To her eyes
Full of tears
Grim and gay,
She in her said
'Nothing...'
As if being Nothing was her state
As if her teary eyes had only nothingness...

And me
Looking at Her
Void...
Emptiness
A no thing less
Found Spatial Time and timed space,
Mixing like a wine
Red
As if her
Nothingness
Of a void
Had alloyed
me,
my exist
my entries
my exits...
With her;

And then
A song unheard
Heard me
Within
Generating
As if the song
Coming out
Impromptu
Had my nothingness,
Expressed...

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