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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Oblivion

there is nothing left
between the here and the there
even calling it a wasteland would be generous

it is hard to describe
when there is no terrain
no rocks, no soil, no scrub

the best part is
that distance appears to be
irrelevant when you cannot tell that you are passing objects

because there are
no real objects
to be found, no road, no sights to see

and movement is more
like floating when
there is no road beneath your feet

but then again
how can you be sure you are moving
and how do you know that even you are here?

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