Predawn Flash Flood

Every drought entails a flood
And greater drought here greater
Floods drowning lives somewhere else.

Balance is the mystery
Hiding within everything.
You uncovered its absence

At least when you invented
Zero. That gave you a name,
A notation for balance,

The null set as a fulcrum,
But, given it hides nothing,
Nothing tells you nothing much.

You can see the likenesses
Are inexact samenesses,
That nothing’s ever the same,

But also that the outcome
Of all these differences
Is nothing, the same zero,

The most terrible absence,
The most permanent desert,
Flooding someone’s world somewhere.