Into Space
Something crawls, but with purity;
something looks pure, but lurks;
something is lurking, but gazes;
something is gazing, then shrugs.
Something seems to wonder why it does what it does;
something sits and wonders,
waits for nothing, but stares into that space.
Waits. Sits. Gazes. Lurks.
So what is lurking there in that space,
that space that I gaze into?
Often times hold nothing, nothing held there,
held there is simple, empty space.
(May 2022)
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