The Story of Naught

An expanse

Of limitless substance;

less than nothing

without::dividing it,

In which Existed only

two things for Describing

The Void and Naught.

Of the two

Naught was simple,

Naught

simply was.

The Void

on the other hand

simply wasn't.

As time tells it

Naught had thought to be;

And right then

Time did begin

Naught

Went out

into infinity.

Into nothing

with no intention

but to see.

In the way It was then

The obsidian black sea

of the Void

was empty.

A deeper dark hollow

more like a vacancy

Of such a vast deficiency;

It cannot be fathomed.

Initially,

Guided by the thought to be

with that growing want

Naught sought to see

An event that sparked

Respectively

the humble start

to all reality.

The earliest early voyage.

It was a journey

that begun

before direction was ever spun.

Before borders

and boundaries were laid

No land or realm

before that day

That a full loop was walked,

that Naught had made.

The clock started and

I'llHistory states that

After

what seemed like an eternity

of directionless progression,

Naught came to complete

One full rotation;

To where

the trip had started.

.it must be noted that Some

when they repeat this tale

Reportedly called this moment

clandestine

Fate

Manifesting.

Whatever the case

It was important.

it was fortuitous

It was a fortune flowing from

the pulchritudinous well spring of happenings,

It was a miracle

Something new on the scene

that had not been real before.

At the loops threshold,

Upon existences door;

Lay something new to behold

Something Naught adored

that odd glistening something

A pure Luminescent glow.

This was to be

The first ever instance

of light!

Within light

It's discovery!

Which is why

We shed light on

The traveler Naught

Found raw intrige

at the effect he'd caused.

He was to weave

The threads of creation

left in naughts wake

ore the places

Naught traversed

Without knowing it,

Where he paced

Was the first signs of earth.

So from that beginning

Naught observed Some kind of path.

An expanse of limitless substance

less than nothing till divided at last.

In which Existed now three things for

Describing

The Void and Naught.

And the new element

Light!

Naught simply was intrigued

Naught thought to go the whole way

down the path that weaved

behind as naught had walked.

The voids expanses

clearly made clear with

this contrast

so naught brightly thought

Ill call the light "day".

And void is different now

Voids not light of day so

Naught chaged void to night.

Now we have night and day.

Naughts second rotation

Complete there was more

Still to see.

More wrought in the trail lay

At naughts feet.

This Rudementary maze of the

Paths repeat while

observing light.

The new day

Without knowing it,

And the new night.

Some kind of path

In his steps lead to

Further

Curiosity fueled experience

Trodden earth to act as the hearth

that our world is built up from.

Sparked alive life's endless play.

Naghts cyclical circling to

Follow curiositys carrot dangling

From the threads of creation

Naught Twas the opening act

and as Naught was taken aback

Ana around

From darkness form had sprang.

And ever-increasing

naughts loops looped around

Needing to see

And to this go round

Naught is why you and why we

Live life at all

Are incarnate

Why what is can be.

Naught and us,

and we

cycle together

Infinitely.

Or until the day

Naught is not naught

Should naught go to sleep.

An expanse

Of limitless substance;

less than nothing

without::dividing it,

In which Existed only

two things for Describing

The Void and Naught.

Of the two

Naught was simple,

Naught

simply was.

The Void

on the other hand

simply wasn't.

As time tells it

Naught had thought to be;

And right then

Time did begin

Naught

Went out

into infinity.

Into nothing

with no intention

but to see.

In the way It was then

The obsidian black sea

of the Void

was empty.

A deeper dark hollow

more like a vacancy

Of such a vast deficiency;

It cannot be fathomed.

Initially,

Guided by the thought to be

with that growing want

Naught sought to see

An event that sparked

Respectively

the humble start

to all reality.

The earliest early voyage.

It was a journey

that begun

before direction was ever spun.

Before borders

and boundaries were laid

No land or realm

before that day

That a full loop was walked,

that Naught had made.

The clock started and

I'llHistory states that

After

what seemed like an eternity

of directionless progression,

Naught came to complete

One full rotation;

To where

the trip had started.

.it must be noted that Some

when they repeat this tale

Reportedly called this moment

clandestine

Fate

Manifesting.

Whatever the case

It was important.

it was fortuitous

It was a fortune flowing from

the pulchritudinous well spring of happenings,

It was a miracle

Something new on the scene

that had not been real before.

At the loops threshold,

Upon existences door;

Lay something new to behold

Something Naught adored

that odd glistening something

A pure Luminescent glow.

This was to be

The first ever instance

of light!

Within light

It's discovery!

Which is why

We shed light on

The traveler Naught

Found raw intrige

at the effect he'd caused.

He was to weave

The threads of creation

left in naughts wake

ore the places

Naught traversed

Without knowing it,

Where he paced

Was the first signs of earth.

So from that beginning

Naught observed Some kind of path.

An expanse of limitless substance

less than nothing till divided at last.

In which Existed now three things for

Describing

The Void and Naught.

And the new element

Light!

Naught simply was intrigued

Naught thought to go the whole way

down the path that weaved

behind as naught had walked.

The voids expanses

clearly made clear with

this contrast

so naught brightly thought

Ill call the light "day".

And void is different now

Voids not light of day so

Naught chaged void to night.

Now we have night and day.

Naughts second rotation

Complete there was more

Still to see.

More wrought in the trail lay

At naughts feet.

This Rudementary maze of the

Paths repeat while

observing light.

The new day

Without knowing it,

And the new night.

Some kind of path

In his steps lead to

Further

Curiosity fueled experience

Trodden earth to act as the hearth

that our world is built up from.

Sparked alive life's endless play.

Naghts cyclical circling to

Follow curiositys carrot dangling

From the threads of creation

Naught Twas the opening act

and as Naught was taken aback

Ana around

From darkness form had sprang.

And ever-increasing

naughts loops looped around

Needing to see

And to this go round

Naught is why you and why we

Live life at all

Are incarnate

Why what is can be.

Naught and us,

and we

cycle together

Infinitely.

Or until the day

Naught is not naught

Should naught go to sleep.