It's always been there,
that empty space at the back of the mind
and
always the last place you look in, but
you know that's where you'll find
what you're looking for, what
we're all looking for.

Reaching critical mass
before the bomb blows and
as you exit or pass or shuffle off or
pop your clogs,
wake those sleeping dogs because
you know they never lied to you, you
know they did what they were told to do
and you
in the empty place now, space looking in and your
face looking out still looking and knowing it's there.

But what do we care?
we've got
Doctorates online for an acceptable fee
corporations without corporate responsibility
suicide, that's always free,
genetically modified *****-free tea
I want some
for you, but I
want more for me.

I know we care out there somewhere
I feel it in my bones
I see it in the funeral homes.

Too little?
To hate is but an alternative state and
to love is a state that's within.

Without any doubt when you're dead
it's a state to be in,
a state without borders
a state without hate,
in the empty space
I
think there's a place
like that
too.