Dream of having nothing at all, and think
what you’d be, fossilized snot bubble, skipping light
curmudgeon complaining, casting darts on the lawn in formation
spelling “THAT’S IT” or “THIS IS IT” just to fuck with people
in the morning
on their day off, they can’t read it
at first as they haven’t the angle, it takes time
to understand the meaning
of a disappointing slime leaking, it’s nothing.
at all dummy, this is nothing just like everything.
But people loved it, they went crazy
chanting intricately in column formations
and shit, assuming it’s a warning, filling a hole
with wishes written down and set
aflame, until a pit of ashes in its place
raked by an elderly Chinese man
wondering what the words had meant
becomes the sole symbol, showing that shadow
obscures nothing of note, and mystery is wanting
not finding a solution, the search itself is.
