THE VOID
Rodney J. Hugen
It creeps in around what is
and there is far more of it
than of things that matter,
of things that are matter -
the distance between
molecules, cities, stars, hearts.
Space, holes, emptiness, nothingness.
Naming them, objectifying them
can not change them,
make them less than what they are,
as when the realities of truth
remain unmoved by our perceptions.
Absence, darkness,
the ultimate null set,
the original condition,
and it was all there was
when the Dreamer dreamed
and a Voice crackled and roared
piercing what wasn’t
to bring what is.
A primordial sea,
teeming with distance and nothing,
invaded by elements and love,
the slow filling up begins
and the slower bringing together,
resisted by our choosing,
our pushing against,
our hatred of the oneness
and in the middle of our lostness
the Voice speaks out again
like a pistol shot.
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