Devoid of All, Devoid of Nothing

Am sick
Am empty
Devoid of all
Devoid of nothing
Shattered lives
Living in shattered worlds
Splintering, even wood glue cannot
Bind our lives on the journey
Of enlightenment, blah, blah, blah
Is bullshit anyway
Even the mind's eye
Passes away without fanfare
To a crowd who in reality is
Devoid of all
Devoid of nothing
Pretending to be something
Acting all enlighted
While feeling like
They are in the depths of hell
And the destruction
Of our very existence
In a non-existent world
Where we mean nothing
And we own nothing
In a world of our own making
Living in beds of long ago
Jump up and down
Bouncing from one to the other
Wishing and hoping
Chanting and talking
Yelling and screaming
To nothing
No one hears
No one wants to hear
No one can hear
Sadness is again part of me
Embedded in my core-being
My bed of future existence
Is being made as I write this piece
Being integrated undercover
Into a non-existent existence
Promise to take it like an adult
Universal time marches on
Til I again become
One with the universe
My ashes, my cells, my being
Floating universal dust particles
Swimming in sea of primordial soup
Cycles of life, reincarnating
A different configuration
A different time
Maybe a different universe