Wordless whirring
The static of a silence so profound, it unpuzzles progenies.
Molten with quandration;
feels its way into the beatless core—
there to sit in its nothingness imploded.
Reflection
Reflecting upon a nothingness,
Though tend I towards the somethingness,
Yet ponder away ... I'll nonetheless,
For Daniel will not, I second guess.
Upon Further Reflection
I think that this guy smokes tabacky,
The kind that makes you all wacky,
For meaning explodes as nothing implodes,
Like beige when born from it khaki.
Quill :-)