Rupturous Descripture

In the beginning, the word
Is not there. Maybe you just
Missed it, but the more you look

The more certain you become
That the word is not there. When
Was it the word disappeared?

After all, you’re all the way
Back to the beginning, but
Even there, the word’s not there.

This keeps happening, again
And again, almost the same
Every time but never quite.

Reverse engineering talk,
History, mathematics,
Life itself, the world itself,

Your teams and all your machines
Dig, dig, dig, only to end
With pieces and an absence.

The absence is a mirror,
Children, reflecting the one
At the end, the other end.