The Persistence of Notness

It’s so loud
Deafening, hurting my ears
The not hearing

It’s so hard
Bruising, hurting my body
The not touching

It’s so bright
Blinding, pressing my eyes
The not seeing

It’s so foul
Rotting, wrinkling my nose
The not smelling

It’s so bitter
Filling, fouling my mouth
The not tasting

It’s so complete
Crushing, pressing close
The not here

It’s so powerful
Shaping, twisting life
Death

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