Emptiness

I feel emptiness
I breathe it in my lungs when I sleep
But when drifting, I stumble upon my own being.

Reaching out. I grasp a tingling warmth.
My soul is standing with its own skin
Under the tangent universe

Lifting my voice comes to emptiness
I look down to my confusion
I am nothing.  Broken.  My spirit is all that's left.

Realizing the brokenness, I cry
My own soul standing.
Watching

Unbenounced, I wake.
Remembering nothing but my soul
My soul is thought, my soul is me

I ask no questions about life.
We are all nothing.  Our souls live on.