ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Abyss |
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The abyss awaits.
Real.
Fantastic.
Incomprehensible.
Hold ever so still.
Quiet your thoughts.
Still even the rushing through your veins.
For the thread which holds you
is at breaking point.
Between the rushing streams
of futures remembered
and pasts imagined
lies a longer now
A terrifying present
to behold
On the balance
the fate of
us all.
The solution is within sight.
[4/27/99] Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder |
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