Transubstantiation Of The Void

Transubstantiation Of The Void short poem

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There is no nothingness.
imagine a team of scientists
building an absolute vacuum
inside a tiny metal box, the others
alternating, a matryoshka doll
vacuum, box, vacuum
a terrible candy to offer a giant
sure to raise the wrath
of its insatiable sweet tooth
because at its center
where the giant wished to find
blackness, peaceful and infinite
there was just a twist of hard metal
and a trace of its own salty blood.

matter rushes in
not to fill the void but
to negate it by defining it
bounding every nullity
cradling every hole and expanse.
scientists and giants co-exist,
perhaps uneasily, but what of it?
the giant wants to find an end
the scientists want to define it
and in imagining a place
beyond the reach of consciousness
they destroy their own work
and give the giant another reason
to curse their existence.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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