Meaning

No one knows

How long I’ve been laying here

With the crows

Staring

At the hole between my eighth and ninth vertebrae

A crack in the vessel

God had built

To contain Meaning.

The Outside is now flooded with it.

It circles the event horizon

Of each obsidian eye

Ten thousand times

Before it realizes

The last keyholder died in the Fire.

His charred skull grins eternally

As if saying “you are nothing.”