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Jun 2017
zero in on that second when gravity
takes a small dive into the contrast
that is nothing.
you are left comparing what your
senses still reveal to the soft blanketed
blankness of no-thing at all.

an absence only apparent because
it has been
defined.

the numbered becomes numberless
when there's nothing
to
count.
softcomponent
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softcomponent  30/M/Powell River, BC
(30/M/Powell River, BC)   
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     September and Finley in Despair
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