Hollow are my thoughts
The nub is blank
In which a nothing dances
Atomised by troughs and crests
Of ever altering happenings
Thrilling and macabre
Only a faint outline holds
Bouncing to and fro
Fragile and brittle
Echoing off the parameters
Of my perception
Reverberating and shuddering
Until after round and round
Slows to a numbing quiet stillness
Of inexplicable nothingness
Hollow are my thoughts
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