In my foolery

You keep telling me
You need a proof
That sky exists

There is no sky
Just atoms bouncing off
One another in empty space

Only a fool would
Argue with this

And yet

In my foolery
I still try to grasp
This no-thingness

And bring you scraps
That somehow didn’t
Fully escape

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