A Poem, April 2021

 

THE WORLD

 

It burns in the void.

Nothing upholds it.

Still it travels.

 

Travelling the void

Upheld by burning

Nothing is still.

 

Burning it travels.

The void upholds it.

Still it is nothing.

 

Nothing it travels

A burning void

Upheld by stillness

 

Kathleen Raine

 

 

 

 

 

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