Even In An Eggcup Of Nothing
EVEN
AN EGGCUP of nothing, a
cornucopia of beauty
Could contain a fortune, conceive a
universe
But who would count on it---touch and
believe it?
Because we aren’t so accustomed to reading
Invisible things---and standing on
them---
And having everything, thereby
But whittled down to zero having
nothing at all
There offered a basket but given a
feast
There---there was the pleasing for the
heart’s eye
In seeing two distinct things---
And at the back of my palate I tasted a
comfort in it---
And being storm tossed and not
comforted
Satisfying something in me
somewhere
Not possible in the natural world
To stand on nothing
And have that hold you up---
But in the super world
Where I lived it was entirely possible
And I could walk on air
And feast on it---
A well of water inside
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