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A reality with No music, No love, No earth beneath, No sky above
No atmosphere, No sound, No birds, No bees, No coffee grounds
No chimpanzees, No zebras, No elephants, No pumas,
No soccer games, Or 'happy birthdays'
No joy, No sadness, No hurt, No madness
No deserts, No oceans
No langauge, No commotion
No peace, No clouds, No noise at all
No pounds, No weight, No air, No fire,
No heat
Nothing to wake you up at night, No way to fall asleep
No eyes, No ears, No pain, No tears
Nothing when your name is called, Nothing happening, nothing at all
No mountains, No seas
No stars, No gravity
No songs which echo in your mind
No silly thoughts to pass the time
No mind at all
No way back home (No home, either)
No ropes for tying, No jumps for making,No lips for lying, No backs for aching
No numbers, No calls, No prisons, No walls
No heroes, No bastards, No slave, No master
No fortunes, great or small,No misery;
Independent of it all-

 

What will you be?
If there is nothing, truly nothing,
Do you fly instead of fall?

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