Add poems from the past year

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+title: No nothing
+genre: verse
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+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    css: autocento
+...
+
+| While swimming in the river
+| I saw underneath it a river
+| of stars. Only there was no
+| river: it was noon. You can
+| say the sun is a river; you
+| can argue the stars back it
+| like shirts behind a closet
+| door; you can say the earth
+| holds us up with its weight
+| or that it means well or it
+| means anything.
+|                 There is no
+| closet, nor door; there are
+| no shirts hanging anywhere.
+| There is no false wall that
+| leads deep into the earth's
+| bowels, growing warmer with
+| each step. Warmth as a con-
+| cept has ceased to make any
+| sense. In contraposition to
+| cold, it might, but cold as
+| well stepped out last night
+| and hasn't returned.
+|                      Last I
+| heard, it went out swimming
+| and might've drowned. Trees
+| were the pallbearers at the
+| funeral, the train was long
+| and wailful, there was much
+| wailing and gnashing of all
+| teeth--though there were no
+| teeth, no train, no funeral
+| or prayer or trees at all--
+| nor a river underneath any-
+| thing. There was nothing to
+| be underneath anymore.
+|                        Look
+| around, and tell me you see
+| something. Look around, and
+| tell me something that I do
+| not know. I know, more than
+| anything, that the world is
+| always ending. Behind that,
+| there is nothing, save that
+| there is no nothing either.
+|
+| Nothing somehow still turns
+| and flows past us, past all
+| time and beyond it, a river
+| returning, to its forgotten
+| origins deep within itself.