NOTHINGNESS

Spreading around in every
direction is wings of a
peacock
patterned
cherubs hug fresh
cherries
align with soul sounds
one point zero hertz
transmit blue, crimson
white
gold explodes into grapes
falling
falling
falling

Nothing matters except
drowning into
Nothingness

Still he sits on a Roman
coin
or is it Greek
listening for
rain
shine rain
perhaps
a grasp

It will not come
Nothingness is here
now

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2023