eniac8 (eniac8) wrote in subcreation,
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subcreation

Poetry

I'm in a room without windows or doors
no walls, no floors
no ceiling for that matter

just me and air
in fact, I have no clothes
no wait, there is no air
there is no matter, or anti-matter
no absolutely nothing at all
come to think of it, I'm not here either.

well... there is that chair, some shoes, and a paper clip

an end table, a picture frame, a pair of lamps, four pillows, a rug, a note pad and pencil, one alarm clock, and three ear plugs.

... but that's it,
absolutely nothing else.


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