[ ] - David Allen

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One,·two,·three¶

Our·mind’s·do·seize¶

Before·that·punctual·decree¶

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Hurriedly·we·fill¶

That·confronting·     ¶

Small·marks·of·a·quill¶

A·displacing·defence¶

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Thus·from·our·sight·is·hid¶

Those·looming·        s¶

L’appel·du·vide¶

Covered·in·present·sheathings¶

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The·need·for·constant·movement¶

To·prevent·irrevocable·       ¶

From·making·our·entombment¶

In·its·flood·diluvian¶

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For·to·sit·and·wait¶

Is·to·invite·the·    ¶

It·will·not·abate¶

Until·we·are·destroyed¶

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So,·in·far·orbit·we·sleep¶

Trapped·by·endless·.   ¶

Insularly·we·keep¶

Dreaming·of·another·place¶

But·when·veracity¶

Falls·on·our·capacity¶

Existence’s·negation¶

Is·the·seed·of·creation¶

Burgeoning·serenity¶

In·patient·staticity¶

No more do we fill

That definite absence

Now we feel the thrill

Of emptiness dense

Welcome we bid

To impotent nothing

L’appel du vide

An old friend tithing

We rest still

Feel the flood diluvian

The wash of waters chill

Inured of oblivion

For now we imagine

We summon from the void

We are the origin

The pivotal centroid

We can awaken

Pass through endless space

From which we were taken

And see the other’s face

I leave one final nothing

Of what comes next

Forming into something

Implicit, imagined·