Emptiness

Emptiness:

Has it ended in the middle?

Or it never began

Or the ends have lost to the means

The mundane is now the refrain

The profane has turned sacred

I have run my circles

But the centre is a hole

The periphery has everything

Distraction is complete

There are no directions

No sins are cardinal

The idols are mute

The ideals in disarray

I am still running

The hole closes

December 2002