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Form Without Substance (Free verse) by Quarton
Rain beats down in nature's cadence, forming tiny craters on the pond's surface; dancing in and out of existence in orderly randomness while chaos weaves its pervasive web of uncertainty known. Form and transformation, substance and emptiness, all gateways to duality's illusion; unspoken words heard over claps of silent thunder. Rhythm slowing as the rain gradually abates in sudden cessation, clouds thickening in emerging blue skies as all is changed while remaining unchanged and immutable. Suddenly, the Jester appears, laughing in solemn silence as a tear is shed, sliding gently down his cheek, merriment tempered by the lone teardrop, laughter's embodiment to form, abstract yet precise, symbolic in its irrelevance, intentional but without purpose. Skies clear, sun resplendent in approaching darkness; tiny droplets cling to tree leaves, falling to the ground in patters of melodic silence. Fresh washed flora covered with grime, the stench of death rising in the fragrance of spring flowers, gently swaying in winter's harsh, frigid gale. All things are transformed yet remain forever the same; death must be experienced to know life, the only finite certainty--uncertainty. All form exists in the absence of substance while the eternal music plays in silence. We look outwards, searching in vain as the cosmic dance continues. In finality, there are no dancers-- only the dance remains.

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