The falsehoods of mankind,
The weight of gravity;
Secrets of the memories of
The consciousness of ancient rocks
Inscribed upon the winds of change
Defined by relativity
Written with brevity
& at the center of the world,
Natures answer to the eternal question.

Artificial satellite rises on eastern horizon
Facade of nature,
Remnant of bygones;
Moon, shifting lines
Of the compass
In labyrinths of lost directions
To lie parallel to where the gates of sun set,
Opening to the realm of the infinite cosmic abyss.

& out of the abyss came life
Formed by the will of ones who have always been & will always be,
Fashioned from dust in imitation of their own likeness;
Over eons & milleniums & eternities,
Passing seconds.

So let it be writ.
So let it be done.

& let it be lost.

For what was to be seen was living,
But dead inside;
For to be able to truly live,
One must first thrive.

& there was one.
To start to remember
Is to remember to start;
Mind
Will
Soul
Heart.

She was Nothing.
& nothing.

& Nothing saw.
& Nothing searched,
Seeking answers to the riddle of clouds.

& when all that was to be looked at had at last been seen,
Nothing looked beyond;
Past the curtain of light at the edge of the world where nothing looked beyond,
& saw past that beyond;
looking directly into the heart of darkness,
& saw nothing.

& saw Nothing.

& truly understood the enormity & meaning of fear all encompassing.

No words were found to cry out in terror,
No creatures,
Familiar,
Or otherwise,
To reach out & grasp on to,
Groping ever further in the utter darkness of the unknown of absolute zero,

Desperately hoping,
Tragically failing;
in complete totality, to sieze any comforting sense from anything at all.
For all that had ever been had become less than nothing.

The unheard voice of the gaping maw of despair overran rationale;
& all sense of reason & reality fled,
Flying at lightning speed on the wings of the very last shard of dying light.

& all aspects of the ultimate nothing came together,
The ancient ones looking on from realms from the realms of light in sorrow,
Watching her grow cold as all memory of warmth slowly left her,
Silent tears falling as the hardening of her heart turned her soul to stone.

&
The Iron Soul
Of Nothing.

Standing alone in front of eternity.

‘This.”
The unspoken whisper reverberates through the darkness,
A thunderous resonant frequency echoing through the dimensions of consciousness;
“This is why you must live.”