Nothing’s There

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Nothing’s There
Blackout Poem
by j.kiley

A moment left to laugh
Than trial

Let the high power
Wander restlessly

Assured by the intelligence
Of the music in the air

Voices lit up
With a sudden pleasure

Prohibiting Shakespeare
Forgotten it’s old

The reason beautiful people
Attracted by old things

The new ones
Are horrible

They’re nothing

© j.kiley 17