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Once upon a time I sought a structure that decided not to be found. Perhaps on a map I’d look                                       but Nothing would stare back at me as if questioning its own darkness and speaking as if          submerged.   And so it remained as though of treasure submerged within the withering structure                                                                            of a sunken ship in darkness, praying to never be found.                                      Nothing would do much to reserve a second look. Yet every so often it would open its eye and look, submerged                  in Nothing, building piece by piece its own little structure                                              to look through the darkness. And when complete, a light drowned the darkness and gave away the slightest chance to look,                  but to be found                                                  in the vanishing darkness would prove fatal to the structure          and so it died and returned to Nothing. I had thought it would all be for nothing, maybe a chance to wade through the darkness would wither            away the need for the structure.                                                  I wondered if it would be of use to look, even in those places so deep and submerged     where nothing would be found.    Or maybe all along it had been found and the light had since destroyed the Nothing,     leaving it to wither away submerged and drifting to the empty void of darkness. With a feeling of peace to stop and look, a gentle glint of light revealed the structure. But what to do when the structure was found? Was to hold it for a look worth nothing? Should something of such darkness be submerged?
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Sestina, Of Entropy
Once upon a time I sought a structure that decided not to be found. Perhaps on a map I’d look                                       but Nothing would stare back at me as if questioning its own darkness and speaking as if          submerged.   And so it remained as though of treasure submerged within the withering structure                                                                            of a sunken ship in darkness, praying to never be found.                                      Nothing would do much to reserve a second look. Yet every so often it would open its eye and look, submerged                  in Nothing, building piece by piece its own little structure                                              to look through the darkness. And when complete, a light drowned the darkness and gave away the slightest chance to look,                  but to be found                                                  in the vanishing darkness would prove fatal to the structure          and so it died and returned to Nothing. I had thought it would all be for nothing, maybe a chance to wade through the darkness would wither            away the need for the structure.                                                  I wondered if it would be of use to look, even in those places so deep and submerged     where nothing would be found.    Or maybe all along it had been found and the light had since destroyed the Nothing,     leaving it to wither away submerged and drifting to the empty void of darkness. With a feeling of peace to stop and look, a gentle glint of light revealed the structure. But what to do when the structure was found? Was to hold it for a look worth nothing? Should something of such darkness be submerged?
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