AntiPoetics - Poetry - nothing

nothing

it is the nothing,
the little moments
of silence,
the odd minutes
or seconds when
everything just is
as it is
and you can stand there
or sit there,
thinking optional,
without moving or
doing anything

it is the nothing in life
that sustains,
like a breath,
the very existence of
my being
beyond the pressure,
the stress,
the endless tasks,
the fears, the joys,
and
the heart
that aches

it is the nothing for which
I am
able to continue,
day after day,
breathing,
living
from sunrise
to sunrise,
from waking first
to the last
creeping shadow's
sleep

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