The strange emptiness of sitting silent,
Sadness? No,
But something of the sort maybe,
As a cloud of sensation,
I receive this world,
The vast everything,
Disguised as nothing,
Connected disconnect,
Like a tree surrounded by forest,
Unable to move,
Casting eyes to the vast loneliness
of endless skies,
The untold equilibrium when sitting silent,
In this strange emptiness of everything.
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
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