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Someone kicked a hole in the sky
I wonder why?
My minds Eye gazes deep
peering through foggy layers of atmosphere
into the dark horizons of infinity
grasping particles we cannot see
blinded by the clarity
where do we go from here?
Goodbye.

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beaten down
a broken horse
a thoroughbred thats run his course
won the race but lost the war
never looking ahead
couldnt see that far

nothing more than something....

rearranging and constraining
from the lack of participating.
reveals nothing more than something
before you look around or begin to
explore the remnants of the ramparts
once glowed orange red burning embers
of amber you know?
reach deep down and grab the strap
pull it up onto your lap
lap it up with all your vigor
smash it into a million slivers
shards of glass which gleam and glisten
and in the morning you will have arisen
from your slumber of a thousand days
and begin to scribe your thoughts
on this blank page.
nothing from something is nothing
for sure and once again it returns
it wants more
from sea to sea or
shore to shore