Frank Prem

A Poem-A-Day #22 - nothing suggested

 

look around

 

I

turn around

 

to empty spaces

 

I look at them

look into them

quite closely

 

there is no

shape

at all

no silhouette

remaining

 

emptiness

is just a one

thing

it does not harbour

more

 

holds no secrets

 

beyond a kind

of transparency

that suggests . . .

 

nothing

 

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