in the beginning
there are no details
what was
was vast was black
not the black of night
rather
the black of the infinite
without boundary
without
dimension direction time
without hold or purchase
beyond all else
it was empty pure nothingness
~
nothing approaches the terror
when in dream
i fall into return to the void
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2021-09-04 at 02:37
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