Lying down

Upside down

Close my eyes

And slowly spin.

Turning round

My own galaxy

As stars reel before

My mind's eye.

Cerebral woad

That goads me into

Pain, to triumph,

Has melted away

Leaving a space

That may never

Be filled,

Never be killed

Never be willed

Away into nothing.

Willed away

Into space

For space in it's

Outermost form

Is not a form

But the absence of such

The space of nothing

Takes up so much space,

So how can it be

Nothing if nothing

Requires no place?

And I watch as

The sun eats

The moon from

A vast violet sky

And the light

Explodes into

Dark void of night.

Void again

Of anything

That may resemble

Light of day

And yet

Faintly, fleetingly

A drop of light

Falls from the sky,

Falls from so high

Into my hand

And melts away

Into nothing.

Everything’s nothing

In the end

But we shall never

See it,

And we shall never

Stop it

For we shall never

Comprehend it.

Nothing can be

Everything for everything’s

Made of something,

Something different

From the next thing

And you’ll never think

What the next thing

Just might bring.

Rats running

Wheels that reel

Round in my mind,

Running the mill

That grinds

My thought into

Palatable words,

Simplified, stupefied,

Mashed into nothing

So that it may fit in

My overfilled files.

And I’m lying down,

Upside down,

Open my eyes

And stop the

Spinning