Lady of the legless world I have
refused to go beyond self-disappearance
I'm in the thin man's bed knowing my legs
kept to me by a cold fresh air
Useless and not useless this meaning
All is answerable I need not know the answer
Poetry is seeking the answer
Joy is in knowing there is an answer
Death is knowing the answer
(That faint glow in the belly of Enlightenment
is the dead spouting their answers)
Queen of cripples the young no longer
seem necessary
The old are secretive about their Know
They are constant additions to this big
unauthorized lie
Yet Truth's author itself is nothingness
And though I make it vital that nothingness
itself will collapse
There is nothing
Nothing ever was
Nothing is a house never bought
Nothing comes after this wildbright Joke
Nothing sits on nothing in a nothing of many nothings
a nothing king.
