and the vessel that used to carry what abandoned it -- if one
listens close enough -- exudes a palpable yearning, sighs
a desperate longing, for what used to give it meaning.
Nothingness, on the other hand, has always been
since the beginning of time, and in perpetuity,
never to be missed by anything
Semantics aside, this is really another attempt at concrete poetry: a drawing of a form which I intended to look like the bow of a ship (i.e. "the vessel that used to carry"). I think it already appears that way, doesn't it? Here's my first concrete poem on this blog: Chalice.
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