A sere abyssal desert, extending
to infinite horizons, on
any axis you like.
No levels, no boundaries, no this or that.
No rules, no definitions, no x and y.
Dark undulate sands, singing subliminal winds, all one.

Nothing, the swift shadows of those who are not,
the dark ones beyond destiny.
Nothing, the interpenetrating essence
of that which could have been.
Nothing, the eyes of the warrior,
sensing the infinitesimal.
Nothing, the elusive yet ubiquitous void,
offering the power to evade the hands of fate.

The man of the modern age walks the streets, restless, tortured
scouring his life for fulfilment, seeking ever
to smother the desert of Nothing in his core.