the lack

staring into the void

toes clinging to the edge of an invisible cliff

searching the darkness

feeling the Lack:

that liminal place where the veil feels like lead

and the echo of my heartbeat

bounces off unseen surfaces hidden by the inky black

here in this place

solipsism has flung itself off that cliff

lost in the unknowing

“i” am no longer even an “i” –

just an atom, a molecule in the cosmic “we”

and at that death

the veil begins to thin