ENDING, REWINDING

Doing, undoing
All that is left
Is but a fistful of?

The dust of confusion
Of outer swagger
And inner tantrums

The tantra is disjointed
Hormones awash
In a tide of remorse

The world is climbing
To a tandav climax
The sand dissolving

I see, I feel
Nothing, and eternity!
I stutter and swoon

The vortex spins
Like a dervish
On Duracell

I gasp and I grasp
Making room, and filling
Swallowing myself

The nothingness is
Perfect
It`s so endless!