by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, PA-USA)

I come from nowhere
being far from never
floating in a mazeless void
toward a nameless ever
and if you come across me there
wave an invisible hand
and watch my disappearing form
in this silent airless land
and make certain you remember
if you mindlessly recall
who and what and where I came from
and how I took my fall
through infinite skies of empty
past petty vacant stares
a journey with no purpose
a journey to nowhere

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