emptiness strode in
and took the place of fullness
redirection and symbolism
flailed like untrained children,
beating each other with
soft, half-balled-up fists;
fists that were incapable
of accurate aim
there was little violence, many tears
still, it was less comical
and more sad
the end result of
all of this
is nothing more than
emptiness
I am not there,
nor are you,
nor is anything,
nor is anyone else
it is all full
of nothingness
now
and anyone who
can look at this mess
and say that there’s anything
good about it
that’s someone who needs
to have all their teeth
knocked out of their mouth
now
it is all full
of nothingness
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