Holding On



In vast spaces of black,
Everything else is filled with lack,
Simple signs of weakness show
Louder, when they in darkness glow.
Nothing seems more present than
Nothing.

Yet,
Things not seen can't help but gleam,
When on such like these you can lean,
Bringing burden upon this one,
Where willingly it's deemed gone.
The greatest present for the
Present.

the view from here,
2'2"