Liberation is writing about nothing.
Nothing exists in a material world.
Our paths are illusions basked in light.
Inner workings enveloped in darkness.

Within the soul exists vast valleys of shapes.
Circling our deepest desires in fear.
Poetry always turns the words ink black.

Stumbling upon the laws of nobody.
Nobody in this world is anybody.
They look upon us and laugh at our naivety.

We were not wrong about the people in the sky.
Our error was in our belief that they were superior.