I was cleaning out my drafts folder and came across this poem. I liked it. A lot. It has my sensibility. My sense of whimsy.
But I DO NOT remember writing it. Nor do I remember finding it somewhere and copying it into an email. There is no author attributed – which makes me think that maybe I did write it. But I really have no memory of doing so. Google searches haven’t helped. So I am posting it here. If you know the source or author please drop me a comment below. I really do want to know. But for now, here it is: Perfect Vacuum.
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Perfect vacuum
What do we mean
When we say, that
Emptiness has achieved
Perfection?
That it has reached
The pristine peak
Of nothingness?
They say that a perfect vacuum
is impossible to achieve
I disagree
Achieving nothing
Is easy, though I must add
It sucks.
(Literally).
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Note: Incidentally Perfect Vacuum: Perfect reviews of non-existent books is the title of one of my favorite books by Stanislaw Lem. More about the book here. The first chapter is a review of the book itself :-)
