Postcard 7

The terror of silence
Of negative space
The panic that bubbles
Out from the lizard brain
At the base of the skull
When confronted with
The vast expanse of
Nothing and the knowledge
It cannot be filled
No amount of configuration
Of atomic particles
Can ever fill that void
At the moment when
One thinks one has, the
Scale shifts and the
Distances stretch out
Beyond one's comprehension
But still we try for nature abhors a vacuum


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