Old Mind Poems
The Idea of Nothing
Six sexy centipedes run across the roads
and carry on their backs the heaviest of loads.
Invisible must be the great weight of nothing.
Enlightened they are never, but mighty lightly clever.
Nothing weighs the most when one carries them forever.
Johnny Pogo Medeiros, June 2017
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