The Conquest of Nothingness

What do I know

and what do I see?

Nothing and everything

in sweet mystery.

Eyes have the nerve

to connect to the brain,

windows that mirror

the human terrain.

Ripped from their sockets

they're just balls of gel,

the heart gives its meaning

that the brain tries to quell.

Beyond physical places

where a human abides

something remains

when the body subsides.

A flicker of flame

beyond the intention

ignites intuition

of etheric suspension...

submerged in a shadow

of a dark lonely quest

lies the answer to meaning

of a pulsating jest.

I know I came

in sweet memory

to conquer nothing

of all I can see.