ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
THEORY OF NOTHING
afternoon
I close my eyes and is it sleep that comes
or thought
thought like a mountain
sleep like a mountain
from my mountainous sleep I am thrown into
the well of thought
a long fall with much twisting
wind still blows strong I hear it more clearly
with eyes closed
the floods are passing downstream
last night the storm prepared itself
and tested our readiness to receive
by this afternoon it has forgotten us
behind my closed eyes a theory is being formed
it is about nothing it relies on nothing
for validation
how did nothing begin
where is it going
why is there nothing instead of something
the theory of nothing rises
like a mountain from the midst of the sea
or like a person tossing off his slumbers
the storm the floods the wind are nothing
once they are gone
when they come again where is nothing