Negative space envelopes me, I have found purpose in the undoing- of purpose in and of itself. Nothing truly drowns in a sea of emptiness. Can you see it? Cosmic inversion. Behold; all is one and it too shall be nothing. Cataclysmic, this incursion. We’ll find salvation in death, the one true emptiness. Revert to one, the natural sun – preceding stars and the bedlam of existence The careful equations- keeping, bodies in rotation unwind, unhinge. The cure for excessive matter- moving through a vacuum Destiny will be unwritten, all frivolous life, undone through my bitterness Behold: all that is left of creation, a monochrome of eternity- in the breadth of a single atom. It too shall be extinguished, and I with it. Finally free of this temporal stasis. What is perceived as time fails I float through hallways without structure. What is perceived as time fails. I am one with the intangible. In chaos we have found form, in essence; all has been unified. We are slaves to the stillness Shed this - diminutive form. In this instance I am at peace, shape and form no longer matter. At one with the void… At one with the void… In this epoch of emptiness…
