Are you nothing?
Are you everything?
Stars are the only thing that prove you exist.
Some call you darkness,
Some call you everything congealed into one.
When in space, you are a hole,
Nothing can fill you.
Deep within, you are safe,
Hidden there, unseen,
Buried beneath everything and nothing,
Buried in space.
We dare attempt to mimick,
that facade you put on,
With our crayons, and paint,
We attempt to imitate your husk, the shell,
Of what you are, words do it no justice,
For how can one describe a true infinite?
You cannot for it would take an infinite to describe all that you are.
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