when you have no substance to it
and everything you've thought and done
makes no sense whatsoever without impact
your hands filled vacuum and gutter mess
when debt of zero impact stares you in the face
thickening your grief you heavy as the stone
more horrible on the surface of the earth
than the smallest particles
when despair of emptiness weighs you down like gnashing teeth
that you seem to detest its avalanche
and you think you should commit suicide
then hold for a second and deem it fit:
think between your action and inaction
about the plain truth:How can I make impact?
then separate inaction from your action
and behold you remake history once again
and you say yes:I will make impact and true impact
then you become a substance because
you have made impact beyond reasonable doubt.
The rest is history
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