A Fistful of Nothing

A Fistful of Nothing

A Chapter by Robert Francis Callaci
"

what is nothing

"

A Fist full of nothing


The jester plays chaotic melodies on bells and whistles.

Accompanied by tonally tuneless flutes the Mad King sings to a symphony of fools.

 

The cat chases its tail as the mouse roars.

The great tree appears withered and worn but its roots remain ripened and robust.

 

The darkness recedes slowly into shimmering pools of light.

At rainbows end new beginnings begin and old nightmares fade into oblivion’s eternal abyss. 

 

 

 



© 2021 Robert Francis Callaci


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Robert Francis Callaci
Robert Francis Callaci

Port Richey, FL



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My passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..

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