[ ] – David Allen

 …¶ 

One,·two,·three¶ 

Our·mind’s·do·seize¶ 

Before·that·punctual·decree¶ 

 

Hurriedly·we·fill¶ 

That·confronting·     ¶ 

Small·marks·of·a·quill¶ 

A·displacing·defence¶ 

 

Thus·from·our·sight·is·hid¶ 

Those·looming·        s¶ 

L’appel·du·vide¶ 

Covered·in·present·sheathings¶ 

 

The·need·for·constant·movement¶ 

To·prevent·irrevocable·       ¶ 

From·making·our·entombment¶ 

In·its·flood·diluvian¶ 

 

For·to·sit·and·wait¶ 

Is·to·invite·the·    ¶ 

It·will·not·abate¶ 

Until·we·are·destroyed¶ 

 

So,·in·far·orbit·we·sleep¶ 

Trapped·by·endless·.   ¶ 

Insularly·we·keep¶ 

Dreaming·of·another·place¶ 

 

But·when·veracity¶ 

Falls·on·our·capacity¶ 

Existence’s·negation¶ 

Is·the·seed·of·creation¶ 

Burgeoning·serenity¶ 

In·patient·staticity¶ 

 

No more do we fill 

That definite absence 

Now we feel the thrill 

Of emptiness dense 

 

Welcome we bid 

To impotent nothing 

L’appel du vide 

An old friend tithing 

 

We rest still 

Feel the flood diluvian 

The wash of waters chill 

Inured of oblivion 

 

For now we imagine 

We summon from the void 

We are the origin 

The pivotal centroid 

 

We can awaken 

Pass through endless space 

From which we were taken 

And see the other’s face 

 

I leave one final nothing 

Of what comes next 

Forming into something 

Implicit, imagined·