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The Nothing 1

I hide this part
because it is too obvious.

It hangs out at the sides
pulling at the air.

It wants to escape
because it worries
I am its source.

In the temple
below the altar
they are trembling,
waiting for us
to leave.

"I will never know my own name."

"I am too close."

The eye the rain
dreamed across the oceans
wove a chain of light
to secretly pull
the horizon
closer.

I fell into the hour
when it all began
in your waves
where I hid
a smooth blue cage.

In a crystal of light
we boiled the splinters
of my eyes.

The Nothing
that stands
between us is
shaking itself
dry.

These hands you carry
burden you as well.

Drop the Moon
into a brass bowl.
It is too heavy.
Everything breaks.
You see the hidden shadow
escape.

Light in the air
carving the canopy,
small lines
drawing spaces
that dance,
here we can hoard
their mystery.