master of the universe

master of the universe
grasping coins to fill a purse
purse your lips and go for broke
wholly kiss or just a joke
conventions divide
regardless the stride
never enough to make a whole

an artist creates
never destroys
not saving leaves to be
the now of tranquility

emptiness replaces souls
eventually
self-perpetuating relevance
an eye to see
clearly

the magic behind the curtain
what makes it tick
is this
THIS
this makes it tock
and between the two
is something
which constantly pours
out with the question "Why?"
Answering only
"There is nothing."



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