Gash of Nothing

A rent in the fabric of my mind

The rip edged in neon blue layered with black

Nothing is here

No ideas

No memories

 

 

Nothing

Clearness

Perfect clarity

The nothing is so clear it glows

 

 

The silver flute speaks so sweetly and whispery

Brilliant flashes in the sheen

Tickling my earchords

I am played by a friend