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There is an emptiness
that many people know.
In the land of Nothing
where nowhere grows.

Here we are, escaping
into ego-less dreams
Denouncing our horizons.
Rejecting our attitudes.
As we sit in a smoke-filled room.

Our voices crying out our emptiness
our glass tears frosting the windows.
We have become the Lords and ladies
of ultimate waste.
Speaking in languages that
are nothing more than voices ripped
open with verbs of utter nonsense.

We make illusionary agreements that
will not span the zip of time.
I remember other daze
times of unity and coherence
Times when we professed happiness
and spoke in terms familiar to one religion
Times when our hearts were joined
in strength of firm contentment.

Until we drove away the potential
to return to truth we have enjoyed.
Beginning to descend into nothingness
into points of departure that we
had manifested.

Now, here we are, smoking
our emptiness in shadows.
Grazing inside our walls instead
of living.

There is a land of
non-existent futures
In the land of Nothing
where nowhere grows.

it ends
I survive
others do not
and become
trapped
in
green zoned
endings
they wander
they never achieve