There it was ...or rather wasn't
like a dinghy freshly sunk-ed
like the sun in the dead of night
like Shakespeare's play that he didn't
write
it isn't, wasn't, ne'er shall be
and yet, I swear it spoke to me.
It hadn't substance, weight, nor reason
to exist
and, in it's honor, neither has this.
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Out of nothing, comes nothing more,
out of once or twice a fleeting thought
for here is the start of lore
which has two years since been sought.
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