Zero

Alaalooe
Alaalooe
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Zero is a bright flash

A quick existence gone into

A nonexistent antiparticle

Blipping in and out

In, smooth radiowaves

It is the sun, composed of a whole

Circle, the kind of perfect being

One zero is one and one only

The consciousness

The perception

Or the soft ripples in the water

Fleeting away from

Or a ways back from

Consciousness, sentience, wild time

That only allows them to dissipate

Zero is the symbol for off

One of two that has built coincidentally

That has allowed us to exist this way

A paradox of nothing and something

This zero lives within our processors

Or is it the origin, 0, 0, 0

So that we our reminded the very tiny instant of time

(Which do to the constraints of calculus limits, we will never touch)

Our birth, our graduation, our marriage, the last time we slept

Is that zero?

Or is zero nothing, the mark of

Everything that we lack

The absence of emotion

The death, the end

The possibility of beginning?

Zero is a bright flash

Of glory, of hate

Flitting in and out of existence

A soul that does not belong

A world that is incomplete

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Alaalooe

Written by

Alaalooe

Writing to understand the world; making lots of mistakes; avid piano player.

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