Nothing Is Done Poem by thomas skypembrook

Nothing Is Done

it comes
it arrives
what joy
what delight
it doesn't try
it arises without contriving
what finds it, it doesn't
it doesn't do anything.
what sky
what ploy
what light
what attention.
nothing.
it's fun.
without time
nothing is done.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
it's not you or me.
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