Of you, this I ask
Try to think of nothing
Can it even be done?
We’re so full of everything
Quite often I’ve been told
That I’m full of it
But that’s another story
Right now I’ll not get into it
But how can it be
The existence of nothing
For even empty space
Certainly must have something
You can’t see air
But you know it’s there
So in the space of nothing
At what do I stare?
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