by on September 26, 2013 :: 0 comments

You cannot, cannot mislay something this empty. ~ Kushal Poddar

Placed in clear bags
visible to a chosen few,
put in freezer’s frosty mists
it leaves a stain forever wet

Turns red within our hands
fingers falling one by one,
a useless glove appears,
a net to catch infinity.

All around, a square foot
of space captured, we know
not what it is, but keep it safe
until we do, eons spent contemplating

Zero, absolutes are what we
believe in, we dug through cosmic
sand and this is what we found,
we saw it there, we never saw a thing,
but we believe, oh, we believe, in emptiness,
in nihilism, worshiping what no one says exists.

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