First poem posted

This is one I wrote in March 1995, not sure where I was in life emotionally. I think this just reflects a play on words more than anything.

THAT’S IT THEN
The sky was gray white that day
No difference between the sky and the ground
It seemed like it
And that seemed like that
But nothing is what it seems
Nothing can be everything
Nothingness is everything-ness
When all is lost
One for all, all for one
It’s all over now
Over and done with
Well done
Well, here we are
Here and there
Over there
Over and over
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