The Nothing
Contributed by
Amoeba
on
Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 12:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Staring into eyes of emptiness,
Secluded persistance, no more, no less,
Blackness reflecting infinity,
Nothing discarding enormity.
Illusory, not alive or real,
No boundries, no ending, no bottomless feel.
A riddle unsolved,
A story untold,
A never-ending tale, not growing old.
No Colour, not dark, not clear,
In nothing there is no pain or fear.
No noise; no method to make a sound,
Nothing lost, nothing found.
Not dead, but life doesn't beat,
Not untidy, not kept neat.
An illness, no cure,
An evil, obscure,
An eternal pollution, totally pure.
Itself not itself, it cannot be,
As nothing has no identity.
No love, but no hate,
An on-going wait.
Un-caring, un-ending, unfathomable,
Not anything here, nothing at all.
No information,
No direction,
No answer to any question.
Nothing could be like this apart,
From your empty, nothing heart.
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Amoeba
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2003-03-13 00:20:00]
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