V. Letter to the Editor
'Those who do not last are always
more beloved
since no one has to see them in their long,
dull,
unrelenting,
no-quarter-given-and-no-quarter-received,
fights
that they make to do something as they believe it should be done
before they die.
Those who die
or quit early and easy
and with every good reason
are preferred
because they are understandable and human. Failure and well-
disguised cowardice
are more human
and more beloved.'
I. The Magazine
He to die,
I to fight,
both as lost as lovers lost
at sea,
drowning and
drowning longer than normal
and will we ever
surface?
III. Conversatio
Leave the coffin there,
if you prefer,
oh yes, please take your place in line,
or,
if you're not there yet
and you prefer,
our universe advances
on the void
it grows
IV. The Whisper
"praise Him, sun and moon, praise
Him all you
shining stars. Praise Him
you Highest Heavens and you
Waters Above the Skies"
III. Conversatio
space
grows into space
water seeks the lower place
II. The Meal
(catch it! catch it! get a towel or it'll cover the table and drip to the floor it's okay it's just a spill but hurry still oh come on hurry still)
III. Conversatio
Our universe advances
on the void
that vomited Leviathan on out
and will again,
but expanding is sufficient for
the growing presupposes
germinated seed
that is and was and will be
being.
To stand at that edge, the lip
of universe, to march being forth
into non-being, an ex-nihilo bayonet
II. The Meal
(leave it in a little bowl to the side, please, I prefer to keep the blades from mixing with my meals)
III. Conversatio
charge and watch void voided,
veto non-being
alone on the frontline...
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. What is nothing, per se?
. Nothing -- as such --
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