It Has No Name Poem by Katy Tuten

It Has No Name



Emptyness, a tear;
Evaporating
Before you can grasp it.
'Cause it never was

There

Nothing and anything
is everything, an illusion
Forgotten yet

Present, dissipating;
Behind closed doors open

Only to you.

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