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All of This and Nothing
The Big Bang birthed something from Nothing’s first call,
The Big Crunch returns things to Nothing at all;
Between these great Bounds we all rise, we all fall,
And gods are echoes of our lies from each Wall.
Darkness grows closer, this last light needs snuffing,
As silence drowns sounds of our abysmal bluffing,
While our lows were peaking our highs were all troughing,
You can keep all your somethings, all I need is Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
The Big Crunch returns things to Nothing at all;
Between these great Bounds we all rise, we all fall,
And gods are echoes of our lies from each Wall.
Darkness grows closer, this last light needs snuffing,
As silence drowns sounds of our abysmal bluffing,
While our lows were peaking our highs were all troughing,
You can keep all your somethings, all I need is Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Published 4th Jun 2012
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4th Jun 2012 3:33pm
I definatley love this poem. I love the lines "You can keep your somethings, all I need is Nothing\ Nothing. Nothing. Nothing." I feel like it shows the real importance of nothingness, and that without nothing, we would be nothing (pun intended). Great job.
