Human beings
who'd kept transcending
through thick and thin
they help opposites discern
by presenting a mirror
withholding a hidden myriad.
They let them see
see only the least of things
unfolding naught
esoterically
regretting naught
neither death
nor life.
Naught will listen
to life
but death they do.
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Lacuna
Poetrylacuna - 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐈𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡.