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




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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