Nothing is so deep and boundless as the dark,
nothing is so vast as nothingness.

Shoreless and calm,
this sea that separates us
cannot be swum.

And though no rivers
pay it tribute,
still, it swells beyond measure.

Drunk on its own pride,
see how it gluts the silence—
savors the delicacy

of a void,
hoards the empty space
we two left behind—

how it feasts upon famine,
how it grows
but does not grow.

It is as much as it is not:
infinity swallowing its own tail.
Nothing given, nothing taken.

Abstract—
but cold and hard
as any fact.

03/24/2024

Posted on 03/24/2024
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