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The cave is The floor was once wet But is it now The rolls of once mud Pinch off into a sump Movement It whips back and forth A blur You are told That it kills Because that is what it does It is not good Or evil It is Even the blood is torn asunder By it's frenzied movement Until it is gone Movement The floor is above you But below It is impossibly low As you stand Things try to break through They are not good But they may be evil If that existed They simply want to eat There are holes in the floor above you You stand on it below you Are they hands Rocks Shaped Tools They cannot reach you Even though you are right there But time is movement And movement is time The voice Tools Pickaxes and hammers Drills and lasers They are evil You are parts They try But cannot The floor is not wet Even though it is mud Darkness There is nothing But nothing is something Waves Lines Static Each pip Dot Point A mouth Impossibly small But as large as the universe Tears Are the Quarks The Leptons Smaller than themselves Even they are torn Energy itself is destroyed Time isn't Even nothing isn't Because nothing is something You sit up The voice is gone The light comes on Is it real Go back to sleep Time is movement And movement is time Move

The cave is The floor was once wet But is it now The rolls of once mud Pinch off into a sump Movement It whips back and forth A blur You are told That it kills Because that is what it does It is not good Or evil It is Even the blood is torn asunder By it's frenzied movement Until it is gone Movement The floor is above you But below It is impossibly low As you stand Things try to break through They are not good But they may be evil If that existed They simply want to eat There are holes in the floor above you You stand on it below you Are they hands Rocks Shaped Tools They cannot reach you Even though you are right there But time is movement And movement is time The voice Tools Pickaxes and hammers Drills and lasers They are evil You are parts They try But cannot The floor is not wet Even though it is mud Darkness There is nothing But nothing is something Waves Lines Static Each pip Dot Point A mouth Impossibly small But as large as the universe Tears Are the Quarks The Leptons Smaller than themselves Even they are torn Energy itself is destroyed Time isn't Even nothing isn't Because nothing is something You sit up The voice is gone The light comes on Is it real Go back to sleep Time is movement And movement is time Move

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That was a good read thanks for sharing. An interesting perspective on nothing gives me something to think about