The emptiness is all gone,
taking a French leave like Darkness at the scent of Light
which shone so brightly, such that
Purpose could not cover her nakedness anymore.
Let Nothing weigh me down, ’cause I’m buoyant now.
Upwards in the sky, I float, my head above the waters,
gloating over all my fears that are no more, flushed
away in the Sewer of Nought.
I can touch the skies, I can touch the earth
like the hands of the clock when it is on the hour of six.
Moving hills, moving mountains;
Moving stars, moving galaxies.
It was in me this whole time, I’m just waiting,
waiting to bring it all out.