THE HOLLOW NATURE OF BEING

THE HOLLOW NATURE OF BEING

A Poem by delapruch
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WALL I:

 

inside an empty room lies an empty box

and in that box is a four walled inside room within---

on each of the four walls is a mirror reflecting

the deep desertion of the next

and distant within each wall is another

echoing & spiraling back into infinite repetition

with nothing or no one except the physical entities

bearing back upon each other.

                             

WALL II:

 

an empty room in an empty house

the house itself has no physical attributes because it

was built in a barren field---

there are no animals, no trees,

no beings of any kind

roaming around the house whose image cannot be

imagined,

at best, know that this house in fact

“housed” the room in question,

as any house might any room.

 

WALL III:

 

such a barren field stretches to all four corners

carrying itself out beyond the periphery

curling back in on the other side,

and walking in any direction will bring one back to the

beginning---

the barren field that reveals the empty house that

encapsulates the empty room is the most integral point of

reference within the endless flat plain of grass.

 

WALL IV:

 

endless flat plains of grass flowing out in all directions covering

the circumference of the area around the empty house residing in

the middle of the plain wherein

the inside of the empty house holds the

empty room & in the

room,

the four mirrored walls reveal only the replication of the

others,

spiraling into infinite repetition---

there is no feeling

no sound

no communication of any kind

woven with the thread of human fiber.

 

© 2011 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..