the nothing

i drove out to the nothing

just the other day

a bit before noon

i pulled up in a toxic cloud

of pre-arranged dust, fumes and odours

and the heat;

well let’s just say the heat

was there well before me

i stepped out of my comfort

and stared into this relentless

creeping, pulsing void

brazenly bleeding a blank blackness behind

and it is eventually

into this lack of light

we will be thrust

as we become the nothing

become the everything

the serpent will gorge on itself

again

and again

the nothing is always close

it will devour what we do

and do not have

the nothing that is

the maker of dust and darkness

the black hole

of never and forever

and us

so close to knowing

the secrets of the sky

so close to far too many answers

the secrets will become as dust as well

the nothing is no abys

it has no need to stare at all

(donut of antimatter

universe of milk)

the nothing

the edge

the end

of space