All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
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 BLOG: "SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days" POETRY BLOG: "Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋" 2020 WDC Heart Throb Poet:
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Rising Stars Most Talented Author 2011 2009 North Star Award Award-winning broadcast journalist, former poetry editor, newspaper editor, columnist, freelancer writer in multiple publications. |