Infinis

We are not for nothing ourselves
Nothing but not if not ourselves
Not what we are but not nothing
Ourselves just nothing but

That together tied up in everything
Tied taut like a knotted balloon
That big orb of everything encompassed
Tied to itself for lack of a better knotted nothing
Little deflected corioli
Or curlycue rebounding reflexes
Respecting the limits in raucous reflex as if for nothing but

Then forever comes in bold strokes of god jazz hand
Expanding atomic smack talk of limitless nothing
A real party stopper for peakless pointed everything repositioning for a long night
All these envelopes making hinges of everything
All these tight creases folding back on their once perfect folds
A joint of nothing passed between ourselves and feeling like nothing
This is everything we shout
It's all we have and
Nothing has buttoned up his bag of balloons
This is not the time
Parties popping off like symbolic fidgety give back gift bag favors
A real reason to breathe
A purposeful and adamant republic of ballooning
They fall asleep in love
Despite it being everything
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8.7.13