A stillness after the storm settles
In my mind
The Energy reaches toward equilibrium
Pockets of chaos still manifest
A glimpse of the Matrix flaws
Shadows dance on the torn screen
The rips provide a sight unseen
A pure vision of reflected mind
Without connection to Space and Time
A portal enlightening all the absurd
A speck of loneliness in a constructed world
Senses and perceptions wire in the input
Labels and theories garble the reality

Do you think about me
You have other things to think about
Do you worry
Do you care
Do I dwell only in the spaces in between
Do I fill in the empty background so the painting makes sense
I am the silence that makes the noise obsolete
I am the doubt the makes your verdict not concrete
I am the want that makes your fulfillment incomplete
I am the weakness that assures your defeat

It was a relief to find my nothing
I frantically searched the last three times the muse struck
Only to be frustrated
And the moment lost

Looking in the same debris as before
I uncovered the empty pages
And violated their potential

Another fleeting bout with epiphany
A drop absorbed by the root of the tree of enlightenment
No longer trapped as something
Released as nothing
In that brief instant
Everything

Tell me lies made of
Milk and honey
Told with a wink and a smile
Get your mother to
Back your story
She's always been mostly vile

The facts unravel
Before your eyes
Twisting your tongue into knots
All of the planning
One more disguise
Your costume shrivels and rots

I sit and listen
Full of anger
Wanting to rip out your throat
Yet I'm quiet while
I just ponder
What I will say in my note

How many times will I stare at
The blank page
The empty ceiling
The palm of my hand
The blinking cursor
The black screen
The closed door
The blue sky
The window to anywhere
The telephone
The darkness
The back of someone
The face in the mirror
The ground below
Before I
Write
Think
Slap
Input
Decide
Move
Cry
Go
Interact
Sleep
Touch
Know
Jump