Emptiness

My emptiness is ancient.

My
emptiness
is
ancient.

It stretches o u t
and
d
o
w
n
into darkness.

It swirls frantically
kicking and coughing out
the salty waters found
in the tears of everything.

My emptiness refuses
to be filled,
accepts no explanation,
and forces me to peer
into the abyss.

Maybe,
just maybe,
this will be the lifetime
in which I learn to sit
next to that dark portal
watching it devour my words,
all the while coldly
and calmly inviting me into
the mystery at the center
of all life.

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This poem was written on October 10, 2025.