EVEN NOTHINGNESS WON’T END

Even nothingness won’t end.

Winds surge on

overhead. If love’s extinguished,

something burns still.

Beyond freedom

nothing is more free.

Nothing is the husk

of emptiness.

New moss extends its green.

Syllables of songs pierce clouds.

Poets raise their chopsticks.

Even nothingness won’t end.

With a glance, someone perforates a paper window,

changing his whole life.

Can’t keep living? In the space

between nothing and ness

you must.

If nothingness ends, fine,

no chance to write anything.

Tall, fat, short, skinny, it all concludes

as we will! At this streetcorner

nothingness flips my shirt-tail.