Evening sky
full of stars,
clouds, blue SPACE
space, of course
is empty
it has been and it will be
suns, moons, nebulae
extra terrestrial dust
come and go
still there is space
for them to occupy
room for matter to fill
the matter
made of atoms
atoms made of protons, neutrons, electrons
but most of it is
particles
vibrating in chaos
one day again
this very matter
will become nothingness
nothingness to fill space
space is nothingness
to swing again
to come back again
dust to dust
ashes to ashes
nothingness to nothingness
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