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Alec Mayhan Poem
The void must be lonely
A hollow bereft of interaction
Bar staring contest
Matter disperses ever further
Expanding empty space
Or it gathers itself into clusters
Still creating a larger volume of nothing
It longs for company, as all vacuums do
In proportion to its vacancy
the end begins at its limits
And finally the attention is served
And thus we all
Embrace the void
Copyright © Alec Mayhan | Year Posted 2026
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Alec Mayhan Poem
Off to my shift at the mirage
Its feigned oasis has been dry since my arrival
And looks like it always was
The thirsty come to drink
Fistfuls of sand falling from cupped hands
Some think it a ruse
That we hoard what’s left for ourselves
Behind locked doors and hidden closets
That a lack of persuasion is all that bars them from paradise
Others trudge along, futility in their steps
Aware that if paradise existed
It has been scorched irreparably
Yet we continue
Copyright © Alec Mayhan | Year Posted 2026
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Alec Mayhan Poem
“Everything just works out for me”
You persistently espouse
With eyes shut to generosity
Lit hands open for douse
You persistently espouse
A path paved by grand design
Lit hands open for douse
Your saviors are hardly divine
A path paved by grand design
Your derelict steps assume
Your saviors are hardly divine
Their efforts blindly consumed
Indifference shines upon your sleeve
“Everything just works out for me”
As you outsource reprieve
With eyes shut to generosity
Copyright © Alec Mayhan | Year Posted 2026
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