Vacuum
A Poetry
Published in
Nov 7, 2020
A thousand horses,
On each side,
Shall not pull apart,
The one held by vacuum.
In vacuum,
Exists nothing,
Only the vacuum,
Remains supreme.
All air leaves,
The adobe,
That it held,
By means of artifice.
A thousand horses,
On each side,
Shall not pull apart,
The one held by vacuum.
In vacuum,
Exists nothing,
Only the vacuum,
Remains supreme.
All air leaves,
The adobe,
That it held,
By means of artifice.
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