sometimes it's nice to just talk about nothing.
when you
really think about it,
everything
is nothing.
even the things that
seem like something
are nothing
or seem like nothing
eventually
jesus was nothing.
i think he knew.
the age
we live in revolves
around nothing
that gasp of air
after a nightmare
is nothing, for
nightmares
dreams are
nothing.
the morning hello, the deathly kiss
the job well
done
the earth's sighing wind
the moon's grim stare
the elephant of a smile reflecting
in nothing
are all examples
of nothing
the wraspy
apologetic
crackling sound
your bones make
when you go to wrap
you arms around my
soul is nothing,
although,
for a moment
i really wanted it
to feel
like something.













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