Beside the Void

There is wonder in the void,

The vastness of it, daunting.

There is mystery in the void,

The conjured image, haunting.

Its existence in the universe

Or deep within the brain,

Seen as something missing,

Shows neither loss nor gain.

It is neither dark nor empty,

No colour, weight or heat.

A glimpse of comprehension

Shows a nothingness complete.

A space full of absence,

Its parameters hard to frame.

It is both within and without,

They are but one and the same.

Seen as two quite separate states,

For ease we divide it.

The only way to see it all

Is to huddle up beside it.

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