Into emptiness
Unfurling in front of me,
Reality weighs nothing
On the palm of my hand.
I look into the emptiness,
Into it I mindwalk, I transgress
The non-boundaries of space and text.
The weaving is made of layers,
Like my surroundings of prayers
Of hopes and pains and liars.
I enter into emptiness.
It is cold and bold and dull,
Papers of life, deaths of friends.
That is emptiness, I guess.
