Into the Void

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Here in the void, the place between ourselves and our universe

is understanding

Into the unbounded chaos we scream

The reverberations are music, the colors our art

Our hypothetical musings encompass the void and hold our hand

Which, perhaps, is enough to turn cynicism and cold fear to love

There in the void that separates you and me is all that there is or can be

Of the morsel of the feast that we can claim as our own.

Into the Void  - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                   26