Nothingness
There's a place in West Texas simply called Notrees
It's as close to nothing as anybody sees
You can see a hundred miles just by standing there
You can go or you can stay - no one there to care
Bless my soul it's perfect for solitude and prayer
May 6, 2016
For contest Nothingness, for Julia Ward
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