Nothing.
Nothing floats.
in a dimensionless sea of gray
mist,
Mist without moisture.
And Nothing dives!
and Feels
exhilarated
Feel the rush of Air!
Nothing Moves and Feels
and Breathes.
Nothing Searches
for Something
Something Sees and Names
Nothing
and thus Nothing was captured.
Stunning, effervescent, flatulent.
great, the first reply is:
paralysing, gay, smelly.
unctuous, vaporous, abrasive.
Malevolent, surprising, pink.
Poetry.
Poetry remains.
in a contextless sea of cluttered
threads,
Threads without order.
And Poetry diverts!
and Reads
perplexing
Read the rush of Words!
Poetry Scrawls and Lists
and Reads.
Poetry Searches
for Meaning
Meaning Contextualizes and Names
Poetry
and thus Poetry was brought to life.
i think i'm in love
moist.