Void

A motionless iron will
To weave a silken ship
That sails straight down from the bottom

That senseless, ice hot void
Devoid of fate or choice
Leading forward, to the rear

A lack of means and ends
No dead lines nor live dots
Just a still, full, hollow emptiness

Abhorred by nature
Abjured by culture
A repelled, absorbent void

From ever and for an instant
The original, all new void
The one that's been and is about to begin

All around, and nowhere, void

So I shall keep expanding not to fill it
As to avoid it from unnecesarily becoming

Something different