I know as much of nothing as you do.
does that make a failure of you?
and one of me...
who is the winner among the losers?
the losing to be
when all it is is to be found lost?
the host
drained, ****** in all the rumours,
feeding the know-it-all ghosts
sitting on the shoulders.
nothings weighing more than largest boulders
carried
in four arms, mess,
two infinities of nothingness
got married.