under the Nothing tree
charred branches crawl into the sky,
ice light, cutting sharp the vast,
silhouette raven, out doth he cry,
for his Nothing army, let Nothing last
in shut lids, the Nothing charge,
feel this Nothing, for none can see
in nimble stride, this Nothing barge,
heat equal to, the no degree
the Nothing come from every side,
not dark, not light, a shade unknown,
to shy from Nothing, is to die,
in many souls, it has shown,
free your eyes, none are alone
-l.a.
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