my nothings are ever-changing
as yours are while
we dance in our ever-static time
we knot our folly and our bodies alike
and revel in the ecstacy of
knowing that which cannot be known,
seeing that which cannot be seen
nuzzling at the warm body of God
like kittens we emanate life
in all directions, exhaling
our poisons in harmony
the universe picks us up by our necks
in its loving mouth, and shows us the one real truth.
leaving no detail in exformation,
the mother of us all kisses our foreheads
and we know that all is right and good
then we are white and pure,
the milky sweetness of our souls exuding.
we are changed forevermore,
distilled in form to render
remaining only our true selves
we are to go with the knowledge that
we shall never fade, and ripples of our ripples
will outlast us a million fold