Makes two. One and no one,
The one that’s bracketing
The one that isn’t there.
This is grief and haunting,
The set that is but can
Recall it holds nothing.
It’s a terrible thing,
Not to be nothing but
Left holding some nothing,
Something of emptiness,
You, something knowing you
Hold what you couldn’t hold.
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