salad

Word Salad Poetry

There is no death
in the long love
there is no reason
In the short life
I have dreamed
but I have forgotten
About the dreams
I have lost
but the loss never mattered
I have been
But I will be nothing again
There is nothing more
Than who I am
There is nothing more
Than what I think
This is the essence of
Nothing at all.
Break my bones
and I won't bleed
Because the blood
has dried away
In slow swirls
of ruddy dust
My tears have fled
Don't worry about drift
Because I don't
Because we shouldn't
but we will
we did
It doesn't matter
But it ultimately does
and that's why
nothing at all
nothing again
nothing

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