The loss of last vices
leaves the void alone at last
with the erosion of the notion
I would ever be an iconoclast
me and the void up close and personal
its silent ringing hollow
nothing but space no place in the place
and its lesson far too much to swallow
when did I ever not carry it with me
when did it not warp my flow
What did it leave as a trace on the plate
only hard radiation will show
But wherever they look
and by whatever light
They'll not see the void inside
it doesn't show up sure it's strictly
a rumor that cuts deep and
wide
what
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