Nowhere is lost

When the ink cannot stain
The prose of the mind
Nothing is nowhere
And nowhere is lost.
Then by definition
If one can feel nothing
One must be lost
And by expansion
The ones who feel nothing
But say they are found
Must be lying.
Therefore,
When nothing is nowhere
And nowhere is lost,
Yet everyone is found,
Sanity is beautiful
Beauty’s lies

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