And he looked at me like the ground under his feet had never been necessary,
Like we were nothing that never existed, an absence
A hole that was always meant to be filled
When here I thought we had always been Nothing
Which, you see, is quite difference
It is a nothing with a presence, it is a Something without a name
It is a hole that was meant to never ben filled
For it looks more beautiful as a cavernous grotto
I refuse to believe that is we were not Something, we must now be nothing,
I refuse to believe that Nothing is impossible
There was just us in a Real Space which was forgiving enough to allow
Nothing to exist.
A Note for kNothing
48 " x 96"
white latex paint, drywall, spackle, 2x4s