Earth Without Earth


Ancient stone flies through the stars with no memories of our feeling,
the blank slate waits for the void to be filled.

Voices never spoken have no volume from their birth,
when the end stops the writing is empty of all.

Callout to nothing callout to the void callout to nothing,
think of the sphere without turmoil.

Many times over again and again it waits for the new,
joined with no partner chained to eternity.

Blue blue blue,
black and blue.

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