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If it is
empty, I would say:
Fill it with
anything you can
think of:
Noise,
dirt, screams, even
laughter at the monstrous
joke that is
a universe without
tears.
Fill it with lead,
if you think it will
help, or air,
with green cheese, with
ashes and bones,
for that is
better than
empty
space, though I would
rather fill
this thing with
fire,
with flesh. Fill it
with words, or the awful
silence
between question and
reply
because that silence is
the only emptiness
that was ever meant
to be:
The rest, we were made
to fill with
ourselves.
Originally published WordWrights!, 2001.
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