Empty - Poem 7

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The seventh of the daily poems in response to the visual prompts on Bud the Teacher's blog. Today the image was of an empty milk crate. I intended to write a poem about how nothing is truly empty, and ended up with a poem about how everything IS empty. Odd... 


Empty

The moment between words,
Between breaths,
Between heartbeats

The space between worlds,
Between stars,
Between galaxies

The nothingness between a
Tightly clustered nucleus
And the electrons endlessly
Swirling.

Solidness
Matter
Is only illusion

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