nothing

Before the pen struck page there was nothing written there.
And now that I have wrote, it has nothing once again.
Yet now with double lines there is twice as much of nothing.
And having written three at least nothing's no longer doubling.
And four of nothing isn't much for four and nothing remains four.
Yet now in five lines live six nothings or maybe even more!
For if the first nothing counts as one - then in those six there's eight.
And having pondered on that eight - writing nothing made it nine.

Before nothing gets out of hand, it seems we have to contemplate.
And thinking clear on nothing it seems eleven or ten to date.
Yet the more we think of nothing - the more nothing duplicates,
And soon enough the nothings will take up all the space!
And having written now at least thirteen nothings to the page.
Yet four or fifteen isn't much when's with nothing that we gauge.
For five or sixteen nothings are quite the same as only none.
And with six or seventeen nothing there's naught space to add but one.
For it seems I've filled a page with nothing, oh dear me, what have I done?