The Great Between



Boundless amounts of space empty presence
No objects or rememories to fill up this place
Take a test and bet your neck it’s hollow
Russian roulette only one end can follow
Back into the past an untouched slate of white and gray
Gateway to the sea storms up against the balcony
Relentless waves waste the mortal timber
As the surf crashes catastrophically into memory
Flowing through mystery knocking aside obstacles
Achieving the core of all wisdom
Submission to the divinations of insane martyrs
There is no true knowledge and knowledge is truth
Everything is certain and nothing is absolute.

29 March 2004