Nothing

Somewhere
At some point in time
Far from where we stand
There is nothing

An inconceivable paradox
Of vast formlessness
Yet all too familiar in concept
Represented endlessly
In the magnetic hum

I cannot help
But wonder
At the prevalence
Of such a distant notion

When we die
Will we deviate and disperse
As rays from the surface of a burning star
Or will we converge and coalesce
As rays just the same
A warm glow
On exposed summer skin