Saturday, June 30, 2012

this sway

this sway
there is a mysterious something
lurking in
even the deepest darkest abyss
of every nothing,
and every something craves to endeavor
the mystique of that illusive nothingness.


we loan and we lend
hands and hearts and wombs
we rent rooms, but we are alone.
divided by ventricular wall spaces.
when the truth seems to say

there is no nothingness just a mad loop
of something, one after another
lightness bursting/darkness vacuuming.
maybe there is nothing to create meaning
but it is full
beyond all of our loneliness
is this universe
this sway.

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