Perpetual Nothing

Nothing left to lose. Nothing, is fucking left.

My mind is blank it now contains

Nothing short of importance.

I can ascertain, in a Fugue-like state of mind

An assertive pacifist, makes me pass a fist

In a moral algorithmic climb

Memories now flicker

Lacking scenes of motion

To erase all parts among the statistics of sharks

Their erasers would want my jottings

Auditing time by auditioning lives 

Given lines by bone-dead hands

Cows and sheep on two feet

Fenced-in a concrete pasture.

With these words, I scribble the earth

Leering to the sky without an answer.

For every blink, I start to think,

Lights on, then off, then nothing.