What’s in the Empty Set

The noise of too many meanings
Is probably doing more harm
To your brains than the noise of noise.

Easier to shake the ringing
That lingers in your ears for years
Than infestations of ideas.

Nothing worries you so damned much
As nothing does, when it’s all this
Nothing much of the meaningful

Already with you you should dread.
Break that curly shelled empty set.
Get that idea out of your head.