Silence in its mistiness
in a fog that emanates
out, up, into the nowheres
of everywhere,
Singing its dreadful song of
nothing in everything,
of emptiness in whirling solidity,
of solutions in an endless tube of ether.
Empty solutions.
Convoluted solutions.
Problems.
Silence.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
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