Existence Poem by Paul Butters
Existence
Nothing is not black
It has no colour.
The blackness of space is black
But nothing is nothing.
No light or dark,
No taste or smell
Or touch.
Nothing cannot know it is nothing
No more than we can know
When we are gone.
Our transient existence is a blessing
Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.
Sunshine shining, blindingly bright
Upon the foliage
Of Paradise bathed in light.
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5/4/2024 7:03:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nothing cannot know it is not nothing no more than we can know when we are gone so true good write