The Overwhelming Reassurance of Nothing

The paths and patterns of flowers are lost beneath the darkness of desperate rocks By summers security and winters threat does the slavery of hands make its peace To be eagerly assaulted by grit and bare bone supported in famished mouths the overwhelming reassurance of nothing And thou hast forsaken creation for the purchase of a whim necessities burden shall forge the steal of the prison you are in Though nestled internal of every atom the balance of love in stillness awaits it is but a system of which no God creates Lost beneath the darkness of these desperate rocks a spirits impression to flowers can not Yet saves only sorrow for the years a specter of the soul to frequent the chains of your liberation Exalt upon nothing all of emotional stanza ‘tis but the bedeviling of your heart And the gifted miracle the open welcome universal soft gentle whisper a longing chanted for a reminder But turn and make peace with nothing