No watches, no clocks, no time,
no space between here and there.
No one thing or another.
No mountain top nor ocean blue.
No pronouns to define
the likes of him, her, them, me and you.
No beginning, no end,
no one to ponder when, where, why and how?
No up, no down, no middle ground
to intersect, separate or connect.
Everything that ever was, never was,
no discovery, no recovery.
No light nor dark to see, no heft to lift or weigh.
No difference or similarity between this and that,
no reflection between you and me.
No fact or fiction,
just a whiff or deluge of absolutely nothing.
Milk toast or waffles for breakfast?
And you were not there to make the decision.
Ah, the precarious void of endless possibilities.
Ever wonder?
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Chris Hanch 4-18-2023
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