That man...

A green book lay on the table

A brown table it was –

Reflected in it was the book

Near, lay the reflection of

A clasped pair of hands –

Brown-skinned, with a gold watch

But the hands didn't carry up

To the torso; and in the rest

Was the white of the walls

Of a room with no windows,

No lights, no air –

As if nowhere, or nowhere

We know of –

The absolute nothingness of it...

Where ends bloodshed,

Where ends knowledge,

Where ends being human,

There, where is a vacuum

The ghastly black, where –

There is zero, but infinite;

There came a man

Pushed in by others –

And he came out

Carrying all back – nothing

And he blew a chill,

A tornado blew

And he stepped forth,

Earth separated

And he shouted,

Ears spewed blood

And that man swallowed hard,

The man collapsed – taking all,

To Oblivion...