DREAM LOGIC

As sure 

as the imperious, 

sunlit sky

obscures the vast 

networks of a 

needless astronomy, 

this waking life

too, is a mere 

obfuscation  

of your groundless

but illimitable capacity 

to lack.

No tricks; it does 

not matter where

you have been, since, 

everywhere

the black space of 

nothingness tingles,

existence's 

white pulses throttle, 

and hum.

As all 

that you know 

is slowly dissolved, 

you grow to see 

the wide open 

vacuum behind: 

a possibility 

which seemed to exist 

at one time—

was, all the while, 

a necessity 

always.