Of Naught

Vacuous voids of nothing

and sensuous sounds of naught.

Emptiness needs no meaning,

and what it had we forgot.

Were there no reason or age old time

that in the right season caused you to climb.

What if the very nature of nothing

were ever and after the cause of some thing.

What if the very nature of something

caused us just nothing and was entertaining.

Vapid reflection of some kind of counter,

age and reasons and my internet router.

Where in the hell of the nine deepest layers

was the one thing that could answer our prayers?

And what if the very nature of hell

was to learn that nothing was all around.

And what if the very nature of life

caused us nothing but trouble and strife.

Oh what if?