Bunraku Seirei

Silence is beautiful.
The absence of all that is.
The destruction of all that could possibly be.
Emptiness.
Where not a shiver, not a tremor
Or a tremble
Could ever exist to shake the universe back into existence.
When there is nothing
The nothingness stretches.
It is everything:
Nothing.
You are not, I am not.
Nothing is, and nothing should be.
Nothing should fill and nothing should empty,
Nothing should exist and be all that is
Yet such a thought
Clamps my heart with sour cold,
Tightening my breath.
Nothing
I lay there, thinking, praying.
Nothing.
And what would be nothing?
Who would be nothing--no one?
But there would be not one.
There would be nothing.
If everything simply stopped being
What would result?
An eternal loop from nothing back into something?
Impossible, for there is nothing
And if there is nothing
There has always been nothing.
And we are wiped clean
From the board that never existed.


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I'm also writing a Christmas song about a corpse in a furnace and a prostitute mother. I should be researching Adam Smith right now. Hmm.

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