A ray of sunlight broke apart,
In fragments darkly fell to earth,
This day dissolved in empty art,
Into the meaningless void's worth.
When indifference will embrace,
One step remains toward that unknown,
To greatness where all turns to grace—
That «Nothingness» we'll call our own.
I'll not miss this fleeting spark,
Helped by a bitter tear so clear,
You'll hear my cry, you'll see the mark
Reflected in my eyes so dear.
My eyes reflect those shards of night,
Shadows gather into gloom,
And into blackest rivers' might
Bright daylight changes into doom.
The Great Nothingness
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