• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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"what are you weighing?"
asked the sun
the wide blue sky answered

because in the silence
after bird calls
in the blank
after you’re gone
nothing will be our captain

has no boundaries
is a stranger to clouds
has not heard of blue
finds no romance in a river’s laughter
watches beaches crumble at its touch
will not grow grass
or respect architecture
evades seasons
deflects time

nothing to see here
some might say

but then out of nothing,
eager as a hillside,
will stride a poem



nothing is one end
and also
the only beginning

and so I weigh it

and the sun smiled
like it knew all along