O, Sweet Nothingness!

Sing those sweet songs of emptiness for me,
Encase the shadows in a mind that stews
Where there is nothing but nihility.

Pluck up a storm, a bold cacophony;
It really doesn't matter if you do
Sing those sweet songs of emptiness for me.

Sing songs of imperceptibility;
I'll dream a dream of hollowness for you
Where there is nothing but nihility.

Come, play your silver strings and set us free
To shoot beyond the stars, and, if you choose,
Sing those sweet songs of emptiness for me.

Beyond the circled form of space you see,
We'll pass black holes hitchhiking to the ruse
Where there is nothing but nihility.

Give just one word, a sign, of constancy
In truth, and I won't call your bluff when you
Sing those sweet songs of emptiness for me
Where there is nothing but nihility.


(The Sentinel-Record, Hot Springs, AR, 1983 or so)