First came the word.
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And that word was nothing
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Soundless syllables in boundless thought.
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Is this it ? Or all ? Or everything
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A reflection between parallel mirrors ?
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In a book never written
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Seen through a frameless window
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Nihil Est.
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The opiate of the masses.
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Diluted and polluted.
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Curls in wisps over vacant idols
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To stillborn children
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Mother nature gave birth to husks
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That dissolve and decay back to dirt
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In the melody between notes
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In the notes in arrest
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In discord in a chord
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Nihil est
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In the words between lines
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In the worst of the best
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In the dust in the pews
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Nihil Est
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Like words of empty praise
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Washing over an empty congregation
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Like a cancelled play, played out
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To a sleeping audience of mannequins
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Like a television flickering
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Static in an empty concrete room
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In thoughts so vast nothing is possible
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When nothing exists everything is always permitted
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Existence is no great gift
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Death is not a beginning
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But in nothing it is a rift
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Love, Hate in a cold dream
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A cold clockwork circumstance
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A random unknown hidden in simple patterns
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It's a chalk outline, not a halo
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Leave crutches for cripples
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Leave dependence to drones
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Lies to the harvest for truth to be sown
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In the melody between notes
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In the notes in arrest
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In discord in a chord
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Nihil est
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In the words between lines
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In the worst of the best
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In the dust in the pews
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Nihil Est
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Nihil
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| The Amenta |
