Margaret Atwood - If There Were No Emptiness lyrics

If there were no emptiness
There would be no life think about it
All those electrons, particles, and whatnot
Crammed in next to each other
Like junk in an attic
Like trash in a compactor
Smashed together in a flat block
So there’s nothing but plasma: No you no me

Therefore I praise vacancy
Vacant lots with their blowing
Plastics and teasels
Vacant houses, their furze of dust
Vacant stares
Blue as the sky through windows
Motels with the word Vacancy
Flashing outside, a rеd neon arrow pointing

Pointing at the path to be takеn
To the bored front desk
To the key-shaped key
On the dangling brown leather key holder

The key that opens the vacant room
With it's scored linoleum floor
A blear-eyed yellow
It's flowery couch and wilted cushions
It's swaybacked bed
Smelling of bleach and mildew
It's stuttering radio
It's ashtray that was here seventy years ago
That room has been static for me so long:
An emptiness a void a silence
Containing an unheard story
Ready for me to unlock

Let there be plot