All the words
they say Nothing
All the pictures
can tell no Truth
the thoughts, predicable thoughts
are thin -
tasteless
and stale.
what is one to do
with all this glorious
nothingnessless
...to scream?
to shout from the bottom
of the toes?...
Eye sees You.
I hear You.
taste You. smell You.
I can feel the every
Pointlessnessing
and giggle.
still
Here.
must one stand
oh so very still,
inside -
oh so painfully, blissfully
pretendingness not to notice