Times passed

Emptiness was here and now, its purity is tainted, by words only observing themselves.

Just splashing the cup with a few moist droplets, so it wont crack, bleed out and die from misuse.

A page was created and behold now it has form and purpose and will be with us for a time. As with all things its longevity is unknowable.

Cease before we bring forth more than drivel and give meaning where none should be.

 

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