Nothingness has beauty,too.The lack of specific detail
destroys all fashion industries,all piled mountain disposables,
all trinket glitter and sparkle empty mirrors.Think on this-
all image will be forgotten.That face you paint is transient.
Nothingness lasts.Permanent as death.This little life barks on a lonely moon.
All the audiences with inventories of tickets cannot move
They must sit in rows in boxes in homes and houses
away from hills and mountains and their own solitary truth.
Nothing is true.It is your perfect love!Adores nothing,believes nothing-
is nothing to worry about.Spaces between us more than all your atoms.
Materialism fails to impress.Art in Egyptian Pyramids.
Gold masks on shrunken heads.The price of gold is nothing
against time.You cannot buy more.Nothing can store it.
All your clocks and watches and digital precision
will not stop nothingness intruding in to this very last line.
Stuff and nonsense?No! -just nothingness.."nothing shall come of nothing"
"Speak again!"
(for "ON BEAUTY" September13 Guildford)
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