This Blankness, This

This blankness, this
never-ending stare
into the abyss–what is it?

It can’t just be me
on the precipice of nothing,
there has to be something there.

Even if it’s just a robot
with a kindly smile
and a flashy old bowler hat,
that’s enough for me.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger

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