To Nothing


it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
THE VOID is alive with the sound of music
some go down, others rise above
too fraught with meaning, far too quick
for the earthly mind to grasp the love
which reaches beyond nothingness
and makes new all things, nonetheless
of the terror that I now see in their eyes
When they know that nothing truly dies.

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