A Poem Was Deleted on 8 January 2014

This is an empty poem. It is not unlike the number zero. It is a destination stop between the numbers one and negative one or two and negative two or X and -X. One number plus the negative of the same number are like the combination of matter and antimatter. They cancel each other out in the equation. But before they become nothingness, they release a blast of energy. Perhaps this is what the big bang was. A collision between a universe and its negative counterpart. Perhaps our universe is the byproduct of a collision of opposites. Perhaps our universe itself is the release of that energy. And perhaps when the energy of the collision disipates all that will remain is nothing. The complete absence of all that we are.

The poem that was here before 8 January 2014 is still a poem. The deletion of the poem is an expression of something sound and good. The poem that was here moved on to another plane of existance. The absence left behind has been filled by phosphorescent illumination. The poem itself will be missed, but a whiff will remain imbedded in the immortal web of cyberspace.

by Penhead Press