A Singularity

A blank verse worked,
A page with empty lines,
Not a word was written,
Precocious or sublime.

I think I can go deeper,
No title, lines or words,
Just a blank white paper
To ponder and observe.
Smaller than a quark,
Just think and it will work.
Even greater than the singularity
That banged our universe.
Something was there,
But nothing's here.
This is a nothing verse.

It teaches nothing's worse
Than worthless words
That have no meaning,
No emotion, zero girth.

But you can make an ode of it,
A sonnet, or Rondeau,
Choose whatever pleases one's fancy,
But please don't choose Haiku.

by Francie Lynch

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