A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

Nothing

Nothing is everything,

yet can everything be nothing?

Fruitless vessels float through static ponds,

endlessly in patterns bearing no meaning

To a tune with no rhythm,

in unison the vessels swirl

Orderly fashioned,

their swan dance of eternity has no great overture

Bleaker than the thought of emptiness,

is the repetition of endlessness

For where nothing is all; all is nothing,

where cells and the vessels made of the cells fade towards a state in between the real and that which cannot be

Where nothing is everything and everything is nothing,

repeating the same swan dance of unceasing futility endlessly

A repetition of grey decaying urban blocks,

where vessels of the masses as clockwork perform identical functions as the day before

No great design is to be found,

or a grand scheme

Floating through the pond of life,

drifting towards the sand of reality subconsciously in wonder of when something may be

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