Gain the loss of yourself to nothingness redeployed
Let your vast archives of substance be destroyed
as you listen to the silence. . .hear what my mind sings
Nothing
Not a damn thing i bring
nothing but the sound of the tree leaves like bell rings
whistling bustling whispering subtly
until thy soul welcomes with open arms this purposeless offering
This sacrifice so comforting
this gain so dis-heartening
this presence that leaves you with the want of an offspring
for no other reason than that you want to do the answering
for once. . .but first you must become one with the Void
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