To mean and ache for meaning
Is the only magic thing,
Suprainformational,
Not energy, not matter,
Not a wave, not anything.
The thing that isn’t that is,
Not nothing, but capable
Of dropping from equations,
What only knows that it means
And craves meaning, and can be
Conjured or lost completely,
The unnatural that is
At loose in a small corner
Of nature greater than it,
That’s the being meaning is.
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