Nothing

Does it come or is it just here It’s weight unknown No colour no form A gratitude of love Enormous as it’s space Never grasped in mortal finger Gods first apartment The end some might reach The no thing Unpeople Does time effect the nothing No ting of the smaller wave Is the hole of black a stars final moment What are you doing a child caught in lie crumbs of chocolate crumble as nothing leaves his lip that I wouldn’t do that bring some dark thoughts Sandpaper and your ex Nothing to be done the phrase that unalived hopes trace Puck Colitically Forrect Ashamed of broken A knot with freshed washings does hang The unsaid it’s royal speech This poems only claws