the sOmething in nOthing

the void conjures

. . .

making silence hum

—-embellishes

tinting white blue

–adds

mirror images long departed

–tangles

disparate action in quantum fields

–separates

hues in darkest nights

–discerns

the statue in the rock

. . .

its nothingness

the isness on which all

unwinds

–a tapestry woven

in temporal fabric.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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