Nothingness wept in loneliness a single tear And there was something, albeit a moment of despair Encapsulated inside of a translucent drop A single thing free as anything has ever been Once recognized its symbolic expression Perception shone through a beam of observation And more tears followed in a shower of sad creation The beam fragmented through the tear-prism Casting infinite observations to fragment ever more Through the storm of nothingness’ despair Overwhelmed nothingness groaned in horror Echoed against each beam of perception and prism Sending the systemic storm into spiraling dispersal Spread and formed the face of nothingness’ desire From nothingness its own companion spoke The tears fell still but now of joyful content That were returned with hopeless pride and curiosities Nothingness inquired and thus swept up into the storm Forgot and remembered and learned only to be cast again Fragmented and spiraled through and with its own creation
