Nothing Left

How do you prefer your emptiness?
What sense or set of phenomena
Do you savor in absentia?

Less sound, less light, fewer personas,
Shorter lists, more barren calendars?
How do you prefer your emptiness?

No mind? Non self? No rumination?
Have you ever tried it neat? The way
A day in, say, a foreign city

Can overwhelm you with everything,
So that only purest emptiness
Can find the secret to slipping in,

In the form of bereft awareness
You’re emptied of emptiness again.