Doughnut

At some point, emptiness begins to be
The greater part of things, the presence
Which makes washers washers, life
Reduced to being but the ring of “was”
Around a present, which is “is,” but
Mostly “not,” and all that may be said
To be beyond the ring is out of focus,
Distant and of little use when peeped
At through the void.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-10-20 at 14:10

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