Slits in white, cuts in snow
Like bits of blackness on a sheet of darkness

Void is not needed to define a space
Where there is no, there is no substance

I know what is there behind the last door
It lingers in mind, beckons me shyly
I cannot answer

It is a door to the outside
There can be nothing, be nothing more
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