And Then There was Nothing
The Earth shakes,
Its murmur, a soft crescendo,
A heart’s systole and diastole.
The energy ejected through veins,
Flowing through cycles of convection
To Rise at the Scar carved in stone,
Below the Water.
The Water boils,
Fervent and vaporous Ocean,
Transports the vitality of emotion
Mediates all dreams, floating
In its uncertain waters.
Eyes with intent and expectations set on it:
A Breeze was its only answer.
But soon the Breeze intensifies,
Wind, Gust, Enraged torment,
To culminate in a cadent Tornado -
Five beats per measure,
But time no longer makes sense.
Now the vengeful mind of the dreamer
Inflames at the Wind’s comburence.
Witness now the Fire,
Its somber blue, ill Yellow,
Proud orange, wounded red -
Colours of those hurt by passion -
And watch it consume all that once was order,
Watch the diversion of the artist upon unleashing Chaos.
And now watch the Fire fade away, as everything enters nihil.
Witness now the Nothing in your Eyes,
The Silence in your Ears,
The Inert Extravagance of the Void’s perfume,
The Taste of an Empty Plate,
The Absence of our Skins Touching.
The Vanishing of All Emotions,
The Illogicality of Logic,
The Nonsense of Time,
The Inexistent Space.
You Cannot Breath in the Void,
But you don’t need to:
Now you’re at Peace.