there is nothing
nothing you can keep touching
something you can keep seeing
I hate this
utter complexity bewildering
my fingertips to pain
there is nothing
nothing you can keep lying
and singing oh it is beautiful
you look beyond all hurt
misery groaning tearing
of the body dividing mind
unto pieces you fall into
there is nothing
you can keep thinking
which will make it a dream
within a dream
awake all the time
shining torch on the blindspot
to feel it singe making
its way to core of my soul
