Take this nothing,
Carefully collected from the inside of rings
And the spaces between the spokes of your gypsy wagon.
Line up this nothing,
Make it make sense;
Alphabetize it,
Set it under different arches, at different times of day.
Nothing fills the Rue de Rien--
I become a shadow,
Reaching through myself, amazed.
Nothing in your hands when I waited by myself.
Nothing on your lips when I listened unto death.
Throw open all the doors,
Let the horseman pass--
Take back this gift of nothing, dear,
And shove it up your ass.
Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:38 pm
MysteryGirl Moderators
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What a punchline Cooks. There I was contemplating the physics of how much space 'nothing' takes up and WHAM, ya got me with the last line. Must say I just adore the concept of 'nothing' collected from the insides of rings.
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