nothing

my empty thought
is a void
of mind

an instant drained
for the duration

bliss
oh bliss

a moment
of nothing
at all

a moment
just one moment
of emptiness endured

and in the next
I can think
again
with joy
of nothing

~

Poem #512 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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