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1 | --- | ||
2 | title: No nothing | ||
3 | genre: verse | ||
4 | |||
5 | project: | ||
6 | title: Autocento of the breakfast table | ||
7 | css: autocento | ||
8 | ... | ||
9 | |||
10 | | While swimming in the river | ||
11 | | I saw underneath it a river | ||
12 | | of stars. Only there was no | ||
13 | | river: it was noon. You can | ||
14 | | say the sun is a river; you | ||
15 | | can argue the stars back it | ||
16 | | like shirts behind a closet | ||
17 | | door; you can say the earth | ||
18 | | holds us up with its weight | ||
19 | | or that it means well or it | ||
20 | | means anything. | ||
21 | | There is no | ||
22 | | closet, nor door; there are | ||
23 | | no shirts hanging anywhere. | ||
24 | | There is no false wall that | ||
25 | | leads deep into the earth's | ||
26 | | bowels, growing warmer with | ||
27 | | each step. Warmth as a con- | ||
28 | | cept has ceased to make any | ||
29 | | sense. In contraposition to | ||
30 | | cold, it might, but cold as | ||
31 | | well stepped out last night | ||
32 | | and hasn't returned. | ||
33 | | Last I | ||
34 | | heard, it went out swimming | ||
35 | | and might've drowned. Trees | ||
36 | | were the pallbearers at the | ||
37 | | funeral, the train was long | ||
38 | | and wailful, there was much | ||
39 | | wailing and gnashing of all | ||
40 | | teeth--though there were no | ||
41 | | teeth, no train, no funeral | ||
42 | | or prayer or trees at all-- | ||
43 | | nor a river underneath any- | ||
44 | | thing. There was nothing to | ||
45 | | be underneath anymore. | ||
46 | | Look | ||
47 | | around, and tell me you see | ||
48 | | something. Look around, and | ||
49 | | tell me something that I do | ||
50 | | not know. I know, more than | ||
51 | | anything, that the world is | ||
52 | | always ending. Behind that, | ||
53 | | there is nothing, save that | ||
54 | | there is no nothing either. | ||
55 | | | ||
56 | | Nothing somehow still turns | ||
57 | | and flows past us, past all | ||
58 | | time and beyond it, a river | ||
59 | | returning, to its forgotten | ||
60 | | origins deep within itself. | ||