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All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
#993846 added September 21, 2020 at 10:00am
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What You Abhor
just spit-balling philosophy

Do I argue I exist, if you have not shone
your light upon my empty space?

Nature abhors a vacuum,
yet, empty, unfilled spaces like this
unnatural,
goes against nature?

This Aristotle would persist...

does a void yield
if you make it naught?
What moves through this hole,
if you can find it, prove it
cannot contain what you bring...

be it light
be it water
be it air
to love, to sate, to breathe...

if you are the earth,
should I reside upon it?
empty, deflecting of all it contains?

I prove in a vacuous state
exists some-thing
next to nothing, as you negate.

Harnessing a destabilizing belief,
collapsing all that asserts upon me,
could set the small space free
to inhabit within thee...

in the small spaces, virtually.

In the mind (I have one),
in this heart (I act on),
in the soul of Him,
lacking but filling with guilt from grief,

a mere shadow appears.

In dark, unfillable property,
the indefinable energy,
you would impose your philosopy
that I shouldn't exist...

but I'm here. Good luck
getting through to me with
all the space you put
between us.

I do not require an atom of energy,
but persist in sanctity,
of reverence to emptiness
and all who could see, despite

blindness from ignorance
that nature abhors
the very ability of me
to persist within what you dream

the entity, invisibly
horror vaccui...

you should not sleep at night.



9.21.20

just more thoughts on this vagueness I bathe myself in




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