Not-So-Empty Sky

Outside of myself, in this whole wide deep chasm of a world I find nothing. Pure nothing, which I love. Sometimes it turns to something, crushing me. I have to turn on my own nothing, making it something. I have to super-nova myself back into existence. My world is worlds of stars shining, birthing, burning out. Glowing inwards, glowing out.

Unplugged.

Four-track, twelve-string, first day of nineties. Two in intensive care, one stares into the air, three-hundred people at a funeral after four days in coma. How many plugs unplugged? Zero pictures worth MBZillions of words. Nano-seconds, light-speed -- carried right out of this world. To how many ashes was your body reduced? One covered jar buried deep in the Earth. Pushin' up daisies, for what it's worth.

Acknowledge The Edge; Act Now, No Ledge, Hedge.

He knows I know he knows things that I don't know and because he knows I know he knows things that I don't know and wish to learn he chose to go because he knows I can't say "no" to knowledge, especially that which I feel I've earned. So, tonight when we all drove right by his work as he was counting out cash, cashing out, getting out just about done when we pulled up and past that window I know so well I chose silence and not to wave, chose not to love to be enslaved even if I saw him before us on the pavement walking towards bus-stop, home. Alone.