When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold.
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When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no nonbeing can hold. Future, silence, nothing and something. Very fine poem. tony