I came from nothing
My neighboring nothingness said it was actually no thing, but semantics
Roles to play in moons to cycle
Noon, a concept the runes stir about in the sand grains
Building castles to view the collapse
Homes upon fault lines
Fragile glassware on shelves beside volcanoes
These creatures of flight land upon me, I stir yet regain composure
Imagine you are the conduit for these animals to play on
An extension of the seed, rockets like arms like branches in windstorms
I will fall someday
So my partner says
It appears the fate of this nothing is to become a part of the pile
Entangled in the prongs of a rake
Disintegrate while laughter emanates
Is that me?
I thought I was nothing
Appearances become a disappearing act
The magic seems to reside in the lava
We fear will melt our nothingness
Into more no things
That sprout back up
In perennial bliss of irony.
