Not what we do. The power of no thing.
The what we choose not to do.
The torn up shreds,
Emptied like confetti.
The erased image that leaves a shadow.
The thinking about
And the forgetting
The remembering
Then the putting aside.
The thought The action
The choosing The action/non action
The intention The consequence
The thought The non-action
Void Void
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