In the silent expanse of thy soul, a chasm lies concealed,
A space unfilled, unknown forever what presence might have revealed.
Was it the missing piece, or merely a mirage so grand? A figment of hope’s design, or a fate that never took a stand?
Could it be that in an iteration, two mandeblot paths entwined complete?
A narrative unwritten, the symphony not started, the insipid not tasting bittersweet.
The void, it stretches vast and deep, another universe unseen,
Yet within its quietude, thought dwells, neither lost nor keen.
Fleeting thought, how fast past the days heroed
like the scale but without purpose, a fall reset, now zeroed
The rebellion, the force against the grain, where hope is bought by none that own
perhaps the architect of this void, a mere cliche of unrequited, the seeds, that none have sown.
No dread to harbor, the fearless birth no courage, in this expanse but to abide,
The nowhere here nor there wherein the void, that echoes dumbfoundedly reside.
-M.A.C.
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