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blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide
But I feel that you may be close
The space between us now is greater than it ever has been
Like the home stretch marathon
Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn’t really there

Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that say more about the song
Those perfectly timed pauses
Blank space nothings where your ears wait for the next beat
The things left out are often more important than the things put out on the table

Night isn’t beautiful because of the darkness but for the stars and moon
Day isn’t beautiful because of the light but for the texture the shadows create
And I am more beautiful when I say nothing at all

My mouth is better when it is kept shut tight, silent
My hands are best when stuffed deep into my pockets, unmoving
My eyes see more when… open, don’t be silly now, Amberley.

We hurt ourselves because it feels good when we stop
We stay awake so sleep will take us quickly
I write down my emotions so I do not have to feel them
Like being with a lover and not saying anything at all.
Conversation is best done without words

Dark matter universe
Black holes devour light and only become more darkness

You, the fictional you
While you are hidden and hiding
You are perfect
Like the moon in the darkness
Like the shadows of finger trees spread across my lawn
Like the quiet moments of a song before it gets to my favourite part

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44 thoughts on “blank space nothings”

    1. bahahahahahahahaha I didn’t even think about that song. That’s funny.

      I’m so glad you love it. Yes… I’m loving on the celestial right now. It feels very poignant. Coming from someone who speaks to me erry day, all day, that means a lot. Thank you, my sweet Lady.

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      1. When Rotto buys me my dream house, we’re gonna have a celestial attic with all my witch stuff, and stars, and an observation portal, etc. With a big mattress and tons of pillows on the floor, and a library. You can stay there any time

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  1. Oh wow kapow, your poem is outstanding and finale stanza was like the Melbourne Bach Choir’s resonating crescendo.
    “You, the fictional you
    While you are hidden and hiding
    You are perfect
    Like the moon in the darkness
    Like the shadows of finger trees spread across my lawn
    Like the quiet moments of a song before it gets to my favourite part”

    One of my fav’ pieces of music with lots of crescendos, Gary Brooker and Procol Harum, playing , In Held Twas In I Held. Whoops it goes for 17 mins, but don’t let that put you off, this is truly a master-piece from 1971 …

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