Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)
The white square;
that dense emptiness;
the pressure it exerts.
I point out that there is nothing there,
that you are struggling with nothing,
that there is only you.
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