Careless wish to linger, unattended, unobserved
might, in itsí depth, be hope of laziness.
Slight hint at tendency to stop it all
would surely be interpreted as craziness.
What would you do if you could do nothing?
Would always doing nothing be enough?
I categorically reject too much of nothing
as being too much smooth among the rough.
Nothing as compared to something, whatever,
can be still not enough to fill the need.
If something, any little thing, might be,
then let it be the germinated seed.
If seed it be, then it be almost nothing,
yet, something with potential deep within.
Nothing more than empty breath or thought
still provides an echo, oh so dim.
Remove conscious thought, lo and behold,
we find itís but ourselves we might deceive.
With nothing, no light nor dark nor pulse,
thereís nothing left in which we can believe.
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