Is Nothing (poem)
Is Nothing
Sacred, you would be inclined to add
Sacred, draw an image from the void
A graven image or a prunish pose
Whatever state of mind or objectivity
Beats our bargains must remain in inventory
Is nothing nothing nothing is
Can stop us now | but a dream
To lose by trying | can be gained by lying
Only bones in the cupboard, poor dog…
Nothing left to do but wait
Nothing good will come of this
Else for it, ventured, extenuated
A good night’s sleep won’t cure
More to say
More to say?
Add to an inclination, would you be sacred
Void from an image, would pictify sacred
Pose, scrupulist, wondering if charity is fair to the rich
On the (edge am I?) of your grave
Object or mind on behalf of the state
Inventory in remains must bargain
Is nothing nothing nothing is
A dream, but stop us now
Lying by gaining trial by loss
And so the poor dog had none
Wait, but do nothing will come of good
Capitulate, be mummified, or else
Gunslinger photos [two] cede a
Roomy seat
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(2019, Stephanie Foster)