)an outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality(

Layers of lifetimes stacked high

A smoldering pile of transparent hope

The mother of earth is a whore with few desires

Rustic and defined, flawless tumors of black greed

Nothing is the cloudless sky

Nothing is the lake with no ripple

Nothing is the dreamless sleep

Nothing is the mist of the steep hills

Sweet and vile is the taste of solitude

Once bound to joyful expectations of ones masters,

the wandering of a restless soul began

Boundless and deep, acceptance of his own vision

Nothing is the empty highway

Nothing is the wind from the South

Nothing is the flameless pit at night

Nothing is the monotone sound of the engine room

While the hull beneath him and the endless fathoms slowly erodes,

the nameless demon keeps crawling closer as time slips away

With this knowledge securely tucked away behind the grinning facades

The hold that never was has left no marks on his seeking palms

Nothing is all

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