In nothingness

It is found a continual void,

 

that envelops the known.

 

With all it’s speed,

 

You don’t notice time,

 

It never travelled far.

 

 

You created this absence of

 

space in such a way,

 

You’ve been consumed,

 

By your own fruits.

 

Now that you recognize your

 

folly,

 

Turn to me with watery eyes,

 

Beg for a merciful solution,

 

To fill your void.

 

 

Nay I don’t stoop to fill this,

 

For creation for it’s sake,

 

Must take place.

 

 

For my own strength alone

 

won’t work,

 

For I am as weak as you are,

 

with a void,

 

Twice as large,

 

Still empty.

 

 

 

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