Into Space

Freeverse

Something crawls, but with purity;

something looks pure, but lurks;

something is lurking, but gazes;

something is gazing, then shrugs.

Something seems to wonder why it does what it does;

something sits and wonders,

waits for nothing, but stares into that space.

Waits. Sits. Gazes. Lurks.

So what is lurking there in that space,

that space that I gaze into?

Often, times hold nothing, nothing is held there;

what's held there is simple, empty space.

(May 2022)