On Nothing

14 February 2019

https://poems.culturing.net/2019/02/on-nothing/

O emptiness, O void supreme!
Unfill us, leave only urge,
yes, all is false. We long to be ugly,
unwrap the heavens, tatter the shawl,
break the boundaries, and ourselves,
at blood on walls, which fall,
scream, “Is this all?”