Of Nothingness.

And so we woke up again

At three o’clock in the morning

And had to surface again in the cold waters

Of a very familiar pool

And get along even without swimming

With the sharks, the hydras and the

Strange monsters of an unknown creation

Of all shapes and sizes;

To feast the eyes once more

On whatever was meant to happen

Carried away by a primordial

And savage current to the shores

Of nothingness.

As you sprang out of the nothingness

Nothingness is your good fortune;

It is your future and your vision

The vision of the poor bastard that enrage creation

With the husle and busle

of earning a living.

Alfred Grech

12/09/2019