Below is the poem entitled Nothingness which was written by poet
Livingstone. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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When time's hands stint
At 5 o'clock, the mass
Rolling money comes to a halt,
Pulls up at the red lights.
All drudgery abandoned.
Terminate awaiting deadlines
As the ever whiling world is frozen
By the heated energy of freedom.
Quit the working frenzy
For a night of wrapped up nihility.