The Big Mistake
A rock, Air, rain, a ham sandwich,
we name it all into something.
Whatever the language
naming nothing makes it some-thing
gives it substance, a name.
What if you discovered an unknown
un-named no-thing?
Its nothingness cannot be described using any
comprehensible reference points,
Its form is not formless, but not any known form.
Now name it, label it with some name that
distracts yet attracts. Make it a thing.
We have already made the big mistake,
already stumbled into a hole
with no ground around it.
We can call it whatever we want.
God perhaps? Any number of adjectives
to bolster, or substantiate it by a name,
but we have already missed.
Don't name a no-thing.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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