Mostly Poetry

Clean, quiet, still, dark
Step inside
And feel your breath

Every sound is a clap of thunder
Every light is a blazing sun
Stretching out, reaching out
To fill the void

Nothingness longs for substance
Every nothing becomes something
In the lonely space
Silence creates noise

As loud as a mouse
As full as a drop of water
Every hint of affection cherished
Every casual glance kept (in vain)

When emptiness is the rule
Satisfaction is lawlessness
Substance is made a spectacle
And fullness is sin

~wbv