John Jessup Kennan

Never The Lessernesses

Blake in a pawn shop






i saw it with
my own
essence
among the
frequencies

a hole in the atmosphere
a blank spot a void
a less than nothingness
so great
neither positive nor
negative it was null
self-nullificated not even zero
undefined by science
yet there it was all full of
zeal and non-energy and lacking
wonder

approached on the
biorhythmic asphalt by other
hole
blank void less than zeroness
protons neutrons all
other trons twitch
wriggle
shake with furious nothingness
ecstatically

enthusiatically
who cannot see less than
void
wager bitcoins and sirloins
blood and souls
but never their own always
of their children or
next-door
next-to-nothingnesses

each hole has a mirror
a vanity with which to do
battle
each holds its vanity
its mirror up for
the other nothingness
to reveal to the other
nothingness its nothingness
nothingness vs nothingness
nothing happens
nothingness goes on
and so does
nothingness

glare of light from beyond
nothing
reflects from each
nothingness mirror vanity
blinds the other nothingnesses
into believing they are really
somethingnesses
in light
nothingness illusions
vanities mirroring each other

blank spots pretending
to be light grew
crowds mobs even
and each void each blank spot
became more powerful growing into behemoth nothingnesses
glaring

from mirrors not
light
mirrors
vanities blind

 © John Kennan 6-11-20

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