Empty

The devil’s own number
Is feeling a bit thick
Around the midsection

This afternoon, ghostly
Impression. You have time
To learn how to fear it,

But not before you leave.
What is emptiness if
You simply wave the hand

Holding it and it goes,
It’s gone, gone for good,
Emptiness can’t be split.

It can’t be not nothing,
Can’t be something either.
You’re holding it rightly

Empty has no wrongly,
And yet you will be crushed
If you misrepresent

That which can’t ever be
Better than anything
Worse than whatever is.