Void

these grasses i step on
hybrids of green and brown
a little soft
a little rough
i leave them crushed
as i walk in my garden

i consume a portion
of the slowly moving air
embodying void
but as i proceed forward,
the parted air
entangles on my back

the grasses that were
relentlessly crushed
oppose my plot,
regain their stance,
the void that i embodied
is no more a void

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