Nothing

This life was lived in a

short while

It came out in many variables

Too many sentences

starting with "I"

never made room for "you"

But who are you?

It doesn't matter

because tomorrow the dinosaurs

will roam all over again.

These words will turn to dust,

this pen and paper will crumble

under the weight of tomorrow

and become nothing

How does "something"

become "nothing"?

I wonder if this is the place of God

I am God,

or was it you?

We are neither

because this ignorance is

overwhelming

until

it is all-knowing

This language is the mouth

of centuries--nothing.

This sound in the throat

is the music of

thousands of sunsets--nothing.

This body is a vacuum

sucking on electric current.

Is there God in the current?

Then I am God,

or are you?

Tomorrow is like today in that

it will be--inevitably--yesterday

And yesterday

is gone

always here

never was

always will be

I dare say "I"

all over again

I am completely washed in this

and still have the mouth, throat,

body to relate this electric current

that may be God right into you--nothing.