If you told me by a streetlamp
In the midst of a misty street
Where raindrops flicker in and out
Of the dimming light of existence
And if you told me
By the crashing sound of oblivion
Speaking of worlds and worlds asleep-
Or maybe…
(Are they alive?)

If you told me
That nothingness that fills an empty hotel room
On a wayside, wayside road
Where a person may be waiting
(Under the light of a streetlamp)
But what does it matter?
You could never fight it, human
And all the neon lights you try to make
Could never fill up this empty space
That a small spinning orb happened to leave
For a kind hand to fill
Its nothingness