Retreat to the corner,
find reprieve in insanity.
Eat mollusks from the garden,
flee for European beaches.
But fate tugs on our leashes
and harrowing days will follow.
Be it at home or abroad,
the things we know bind us
to Nothing.
Sweet Nothing; innocent, delicate,
blank, and serene.
Sweet Nothing, bring release to me.
Find me mid-dream
and this crowded world we’ll leave.
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