I see nothing. I see Latin in the title, I see lines, stanzas, all the way to a question mark. I see an excellent poem. About nothing, around nothing, taking me back to the word "Vicious" and then back to "eviscerate" and I'm circling. . .How can nothing need anything, but nothing does, and I pause at "past" and think of "the past" and what it means to get past nothing and then reread the poem a fourth time.
I see nothing. I see Latin in the title, I see lines, stanzas, all the way to a question mark. I see an excellent poem. About nothing, around nothing, taking me back to the word "Vicious" and then back to "eviscerate" and I'm circling. . .How can nothing need anything, but nothing does, and I pause at "past" and think of "the past" and what it means to get past nothing and then reread the poem a fourth time.
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