Giving in to the null
the void that seems to suck all infinitely inward
and there it remains
sustaining me if I give in
to the downward pull and plunge
into the absence of substance
and I am still, so still
I fear I have forgotten how to move
And I cannot fear the outcome only view it
Frozen eyed detachment
I gaze as narcissus- vapid eyed
into the dark swirling pool
Though no flower will grow from my remains
No flowers at all