nothing

Blank.  

there is nothing but space.

and there is nothing but the eerie echo

of everything singing all at once.

space.

there is nothing but nothing.

there is none but none-existence,

so much of it that I fail to understand

how I can still see things in front of me

or hear their fretful sighs.

nothing.

there is nothing but this hurricane

whirling inside my head.

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