The Nothing That is

Words

Worlds

Apart

Sting on connection,

No pain, just Recognition.

Parallels curve and intersect

Purging the perspective of

Space,

Now matter.

No matter, now,

sdrow ehT

sa niameR

:seod gnihtynA

sdrawkcab /

Forwards, no words

Excluded. All meanings

get fractured through

time trickling traction,

Eroding the shapes

Slower than one life

Tales place, We syphon

One moment, alone,

Divine.

Define to me,

That which you say

In a proper context.

What's left is complex,

Impossible to Say.