There is wonder in the void,
The vastness of it, daunting.
There is mystery in the void,
The conjured image, haunting.
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Its existence in the universe
Or deep within the brain,
Seen as something missing,
Shows neither loss nor gain.
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It is neither dark nor empty,
No colour, weight or heat.
A glimpse of comprehension
Shows a nothingness complete.
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A space full of absence,
Its parameters hard to frame.
It is both within and without,
They are but one and the same.
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Seen as two quite separate states,
For ease we divide it.
The only way to see it all
Is to huddle up beside it.