NaPoWriMo 19/30

On day 18 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to write a lullaby. Mine was so good I fell asleep during its creation and didn't wake up until the next morning, where upon no trace existed of said lullaby of such potency. 


The prompt for day 19 is to take an already existing poem and rewrite it in opposite. I think this idea sounds interesting, possibly fun, possibly frustrating; we'll see. 



Nothing Gets Found

Out holes of empty
Out vacant minds
Out pristine deserts
Where everything loses
Nothing sinking through the chaos
Of preserved amnesia

Nothing is discovered
So difficult
Remembered

In evenly divided piles
And burial mounds
Out of a single burst of nonsense
Climbing inside the undone threads
From an empty pocket

Nothing gets found.



The original (unfinished old poem I wrote) poem is below, neither of them is any good, but...so it goes (though I think I prefer the opposite, now that its written).
  
Things get lost

In piles of stuff
In stuffed up minds
In waste-filled oceans
Where nothing finds
Everything floating on tides
Of wasted memory

Things get lost
So easily
And forgotten.

In disparate holes
And fox hole ditches
In repetition of words
Falling out the stitches
Of a broken purse.

Things get lost
So easily
And forgotten