Nothing out of me


I am the bearer of silence

The tree that bears no fruit

The garden with no undergrowth 

The desert with no illusory oasis

The shiny surface with no trace of true living


I am the great promised void

The proven emptiness

I live in the vast expanse of the unknown


I am the great toothless white shark 


I am so close to greatness 

I can taste it 

Can’t grasp it 


You can keep reading 

But will not get anything out of me

◄ Point of view

Right side up ►


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Don Matthews

Wed 18th Mar 2020 03:01

I did keep on a'reading
Reading past last line
Into blank-space nothingness
You're right, could naught I find


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