Its neither hot,
nor cold,
never bought,
and rarely sold,
not deep or even shallow,
not heaven,
or a shadowed hallow,
not seen,
or heard,
or curtailed by words,
no colours would describe,
no shades or shapes
drawing defining lines,
no weight or mass,
or clouds of gas,
no delineation,
no beginning,
no cessation,
created and orated by,
those who stand
and wonder why,
despite the chaff
and stuff to buy.
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