United States
33° 18' 34.4124" N, 111° 43' 53.9616" W

Static silence converges on my ears
Stealing my sanctuary
Refusing to let me rest in nothingness
Why must there always be something, not nothing?

A blank radio station in my head
Playing the something of supposed nothingness
True nothing can't have something
But if you recognize it, is it really nothing?
Or something not yet discovered?


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