I humbly dedicate

This poem to the holy,

Unspeakable, ineffable,

Nameless, numberless

God of Nothing:

 

O Supreme Lord,

Beyond creation

And destruction,

I fully acknowledge

Your divine oxymoron

 

And wisdom that

Every masterpiece

Is the child of

An empty canvas;

Every mathematical

 

Equation begins

At point zero;

Every succulent

Dish is served on

An absent platter;

 

Every oasis is found

In the scorching

Desert sands;

Every act is just

The blue-blooded

 

Son of idleness;

Every fact is

Fabricated from

A brazen lie;

Every news is

 

Scripted from

Stillborn history;

Every thought

Is conceived by

The empty mind;

 

Every ounce of fresh

Air leaks from

A total vacuum;

Every babe of light

Is spewed by

 

The womb of darkness;

Every word ever

Uttered crawls out

Of silence’s mouth;

Every universe is

 

Created in a black

Hole in space;

And finally,

That nothing

Comes out

 

Of everything,

And everything

Comes out

Of nothing;

And so be it!

 

Los Angeles

Jan. 28, 2012

Advertisements