There's no such thing?
There is, you see
As you walk into the room
Sit down with your little book of nothing
And stare at me demandingly

As if I know where the universe came from
As if your words are those which deserves to see
Through me intently

With your nose to the ground like a well-kept hound
You sniff up my leg most intentionally
When really
You are the furthest from the trail of truth
And you cannot even comprehend this loop
Which leads you around a thinly mirrored tree

So yes, every time I enter this houndtown
I will laugh you upside right from down
Until you bark with a tone more befitting your moan

There's no such thing to see
You see?