Nothing
There is a location where time turns into circles
Down to the oval zeros going nowhere fast
Vacated, convoluted, rolled into yesterdays mistakes
Star imaginings are seen as points of light
Go out beyond the boundaries of space
Mirrored reflections, vacuous blank stares
Glare back on blackness evolving in vast landscapes
Fill it in with nothing on the not so new
Views of distances unheard of simply disappear
Create a distraction in the first place
A perception of fact; in reality a blank
Invisibility exists as a precaution with good intentions
A wish fixated on a promise made in emptiness
Out of sight, null and void, of visions in the void
Noiseless absence goes on with missing particles
That never were nor were they ever meant to be
Eternity terminates inevitably open ended empty
Time stops nowhere in particular quiet in the vacuum
Looks on something not worth mentioning
Vacuous reflections mirrored back
A simple acknowledgment of the negated emptiness
Is that what you get when there is nothing to begin with
A refection, an image, impossible to cast
Down to the oval zeros going nowhere
Filled in with vacuous blank stares that are not there
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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