Inertia…

A breeze sweeping through my thoughts
Of nothingness.
I float and float and float and float
And lose my way and breath and time,
Smelling the void is my smoke;
I choke.
But linger hours of pain in empty bliss.
It’s this
That’s real, the real I miss.

It’s not the distance but the warmth
The killer heat gives stifling glow
And burning is not still for love,
Nor for passion,
Nor for touch ,
Only ether seems worth a drink.
Life oozes out
In falters, jerks, halts and doubts
Creeping, creeping
Lazy, slow.

The salt of blood and salt of tears
Have met the salt of aimless seas.
I lift the waves
With heavy lash
The sky never comes at fingertips.
Vacuum wins, thought subsides
I close my eyes
For unseen dreams.
The play is over, it's time for sleep
But nothingness still hangs in breeze.