#1487 - if there were nothing

 

1487

5.26

26.i.24

if there were nothing

poem for Amnesia Day

for godsbother

 

a via negativa

 

if blank

say empty

as is often

 

how large the truth then

 

all of a life dreamt towards

and the weight as such

 

nothing in the scales

 

nor anyone proclaiming

beginning, end of things

 

if there were this nothing to invent

 

wall crept up after us

there’s always time

the gods look on

 

it takes the shape of the past

 

later say ‘that was practice –

didn’t count’

 

two tins and strung

the ear between

 

if nothing were inherited

but every day

disinter from the page

 

sometimes a tune from nowhere

and that’s where it goes

 

dark’s nothing

air is empty too

 

who’s not in their own way?

 

just now arrived

for an event

 

sleep to be nowhere

that’s just home

under it more

never the same

 

let’s party

 

just as nothing though

 

as intended

 

the question goes unanswered

the question goes unasked

 

there would still be this much miracle

it had to have been thought of

 

if there were nothing at all