Nothing is not black
It has no colour.
The blackness of space is black
But nothing is nothing.
No light or dark,
No taste or smell
Or touch.
Nothing cannot know it is nothing
No more than we can know
When we are gone.
Our transient existence is a blessing
Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.
Sunshine shining, blindingly bright
Upon the foliage
Of Paradise bathed in light.
Paul Butters
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
Nothing is not black
It has no colour.
The blackness of space is black
But nothing is nothing.
No light or dark,
No taste or smell
Or touch.
Nothing cannot know it is nothing
No more than we can know
When we are gone.
Our transient existence is a blessing
Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.
Sunshine shining, blindingly bright
Upon the foliage
Of Paradise bathed in light.
Paul Butters
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