Meaning releases it,
Or will, eventually.
Finally free, nothing
Will rush out at nearly
Light speed from the instant
Of its engendering,
A wraith from the moment
Of conception. Physics
Will all be rewritten
In the wake of nothing’s
Giant gaps expanding
Through patterns that had been
But never had been now,
Not anymore, valleys
Of energy landscapes
Gobbled up by nothing,
No topography, no
Wave ever was, no point.
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