I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
First in a series of poetic reflections on negation, i.e., "nothing" matters.
NOT or Naught?
I like how you are working with the ambiguities and the ... nots... this is well done; I am looking forward to more.
"Not" is in the field for now, WM. Thanks for playing.HQ, Lots of nots well -- and rarely done -- to come. Look for the not swell down the road. : /
i am sorry, i don't question to offend.