Ancient Greece, art, Atheism, Existentialism, history, Philosophy, Physics, poetry

Parmenides Gave us Nothing

The Man who invented Nothing

Of Nothing of nothing I presently sing

Like a man called to prayer ‘fore the bell tower rings

Nothing of nothing ’bout which I will not sing

Of a bird in mid-flight that has not taken wing

Of nothing ’bout nothing I’ve not sung before

An old drunk who’s never touched wine before

Done nothing with nothing have I before now

Like the man who know where, when, but not how

I have allowed nothing to hold me in it’s thrall

For about nothing I know nothing at all







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