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Something

by Avery

Something

Nothing.

Something.

Longing for nothing,

but always something.

Something in the nothing

which must still possess a something.

Searching.

Too long now.

Searching, fretting, worrying the outcome.

And for what? On, and on.

That entity which, if something, must

always belong to nothing, even

if there be a hope that

nothing might turn into

something —  

Love.

Hollow as that nothing.

Something only for its being spoken

into being. A something made

from nothing, for something,

a feeling

that is nothing

in the end.

End.

Something so far as to be nothing,

unless,

I am to do something

to bring about that nothing

in which case what matter is

that something, that nothing.

She.

Nothing if not something.

Something that, to me, must

perpetually be nothing.

A journey up the mountainside,

searching, fretting, worrying the outcome

that nothing might be something

far more painful than a nothing,

a new beginning from an ending;

Of something

I do not know.

Loss.

Nothing until something,

the most dreadful of them all.

For in that something that was nothing

each turns into nothing, or

perhaps into a something that will

blot out all the rest.

Longing.

That this something might be nothing,

though I know it must be something;

I have nothing

more to lose.  

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