by Kip Knott
We are born out of nothingness,
the emptiness of the universe.
All of us know this void well.
We spend our days filling it
with something more than light,
something more than darkness,
something more than the atoms
that bind us one to the other
and the atoms that may one day
split us apart.
Kip Knott is a writer, photographer, and part-time art dealer living in Delaware, Ohio. His writing has appeared in Bending Genres, The Greensboro Review, Mid-American Review, ONE ART, Poet Lore, The Sun, and Virginia Quarterly Review. His most recent book of poems, Rothko’s Gospels, is available from tiny wren publishing. You can follow him on Instagram at @kip.knott.
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