EMPTY
A vessel filled brims.
Up to the brink and,
Yet empty...
There is a void beneath the waves,
Or air caressing the flow.
Defies logic yes,
Poets marvel the swirl and curl;
But what do you call the static flow?
When the waves lull it to stay hidden
The abyss unseen!
The stoic screams are unheard.. .
Were they there?
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