No.Thing.Nothing.



No.thing. Nothing.
Done
Fallen away
One more time
Of numerous times
Been there
Far too often
A crack
A crash
Gone
Over the cliff
To nothing
A blank
A void to fill with stuff
What stuff
There is no stuff
A void to fill with some.thing.
Any.thing.
No.thing.
Not even nothing
Back to the start
The onset
Creation
Flail at the nothing
A bug in empty space
On its back legs akimbo
Sticky but not sticking
Treading but no tread
Be still just be quiet 
Soon the no.thing disappears
Dissolves to nothing
©Karen Casady 2019


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