The Emergent Sea

Blessed are these halls,
Hallowed even,
But what good is it all,
When you’ve nothing,
To show for it?

No measure nor means,
To map or take stock,
No bag of magic beans,
No place between here,
And the rock.

If there was something it would be here,
But there isn’t,
I wonder how many halls were commandeered?
For nothing to dwell here,
Forever.
Left alone in the dark sphere,
Disjointed opposites severed.

Set of nothing,
Set apart,
Null space,
Between the art,
A juncture,
Conjunction,
Liminal puncture,
Total consumption.

You,
Outside,
Shoe-horned,
Out past the side.

In negation sift,
Splitting hairs,
On the darkening rift,
A Möbius strip,
Of end eating start.
Here you sit,
Dwell you here,
Dim refugee,
In fading sanctuary.

You unbounded,
Graceless no-thing,
You raptured, suffering,
Bird with no lungs,
To sing.

Strain at the leaguer of these boundless bounds,
Suffer the structure of these lands,
Ye null vagrant unsound.