void...

there is something i’d like
to call creative dreaming.
it cannot deal with the invention
of void: there is no void
and there is no void.
the pause between sounds is filled
with silence, and the silence always has
a voice with its own colour. there is no void.
the concept of void is on one side an
intellectual game with helplessness
and on the other side nothing
but suffering a hole in the soul,
in a way an illness as well
as an insult to life:
but as it is absurd we must and can
learn to smile with compassionate
humour.
dream and walk on and be water.