Gone and done
Sit quietly with it
Feel what there is
To be felt

Apologists say sorry
To empty rooms
In a haunted house
And sigh right back at the wind

Tomorrow, yesterday
Time is a rippling plane
And every imperfection
Casts a perfect shadow
Across the thin veil
Of reality

Nothing matters
But not like that,
Like nothing is something
And that something
Means everything
To nobody