Cavern.
February 25, 2010
From moments of void imagination
Erupts a shower of thoughts
Within seconds it turns to hesitation
Due to the dark viscous;
Nothingness that clots.
The grip itself is chilling
to a delirious thinking soul
…as Nothing’ness happen.
Getting over it is pretty dull. “Too!”
interesting things looks so dampen.
Something blinks from under
the curtains of riveting imagination;
‘To induce a sheer tranquil.
Everything now seems filled
With a whole new transition
For nothingness is not new?
Just waiting to avail.
May it sneer distraught’ed.
By the moments such brief,
Still many are disgusted
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