I
The girl who stood alone
in the middle of a crowd
had no words in defence
against their allegations.
Perhaps her mind
was already lost
in the nothingness
of yesterday.

II
I could rage.
I could mope.
I could despair.
There is merit in each,
profit in none.

This tug of war
that has begun
in the nether
of my being
may be the end of me.

And why not?
From where I stand
and look out
over the plains,
everything appears
a vague mist
spreading over
a hazy nothingness.

No forms
to hold on to.
No contours
to envision.
No trills
to lend my ears to.

No—
there is nothing
but nothingness:
a blank, black wall
of only it.

III
Perhaps I’ll never know
what lies beyond
this massive wall,
a virtual blank
my mind grapples around—
like someone blinded
by a sudden flash
of intense light.

Only,
there is no amount
of blinking rapidly
that can break this barrier
between knowing
and knowing.