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B is for Nothing

I am my older brother of my sister’s son.
I am the past, the future
The only one that matters
Yes I alone matter
The only one who will survive the impending disaster.

I am the fault off of
Every
Man
The beginning of every plan and the end of all relationships
I chuckle at the logic of man
For all things revert to me
And when this place is no more
I will simply say
Goodnight
And close my mind

My sister is space
My brother is time
And I
Am Nothing.

I alone matter

January 10, 2011
Nothing Really [random ramblings rumbling inside]
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© tracy j h

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