I fell in love with emptiness
Of sentence ends,
In which I put,
With shivery uncertain hands,
This meaning.
So painfully ashamed
Of my irregular vector,
Forcing myself out of my own muteness,
Challenging myself to open –
What was it all for?
Nothing.
Pre-emptive nothingness,
Moist, cold, and thick greyness.
I fell in love with emptiness.
There was nothing in it.