is a practical abstraction--
Voids happen only in ourselves.
Maharshi had as much as a dead king--
We needed a concept to sum up our sums.
Our depths and debts are very different;
an inch above skyscrapers, almost nothing
doesn't stop real space from seething--
Its lack is Mozart on a cosmic scale;
ours is more traumatic than exploding suns.
How many light-years of Zero does chance need
to make another universe? There you go again,
smug and humming Wittgenstein-deniers,
I repeat: there are no outer voids.
Zero was a practical invention.
Even an intergalactic abyss is
almost empty. Too bad our recent history
comes closer. We have a new word for which space
is too much; there was more compassion between stars.
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