Nothing... Or Perhaps, Everything

nothing is real,
or perhaps,
everything!

we are empty rooms,
kissing shadows with names.
we shout, then are shaken...
and small things weep.

while eternity burns
in fires left untended.
the face in the mirror...

be it god, or death?

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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