To increase
grow solid
or cease
feel the force of
nothingness
the echoing hole
I am
a cipher
a hollow scream
the gaping O
my voice trails
fades
lost in
the cacophony of the many
who will gather it together?
I am
the barren tree
reaching dried branches
towards winter
the thickets thicken
as I feel the press
of emptiness
between my leaves
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