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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Nothing and Everything

You told me I was nothing

And I laughed.

I suppose I misunderstood.

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I remember how you and I

Held each other naked against the cold,

Clawing, gasping for breath

And in that moment finding nothing

At the same time.

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When we awoke, everything gleamed.

Everything in all off its wondrousness.

Everything, everything, everything.

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Because you were nothing to me, too.

posted by ferret at 1:23 am  

1 Comment »

  1. I really like this. We are all nothing. How can we be something when we are always becoming what we are?

    Comment by dajemma — November 22, 2009 @ 9:24 am

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