i went out into the black
i cannot say what it was
only what it wasn’t
there was no thing there
nor light, sound, scent
it was void, unopposable,
devoid even of nothingness.
the kind of stillness that could only exist
if there never was motion at all. it did not
speak to me. there was no breath upon the waters.
how can i speak of something of which i am unaware?
homogenous pathless wilderness where
it is impossible to get lost,
for there can be no found.
unfillable ocean, waveless
singularity, endlessly dense
i am a cylinder of some metallic