Z-Z-Z-Zero

Nothing,
End of message,
Is not absolute,
And even if it were,
It marks a point
Of balance
Of stillness,
Differentiates a beginning.

We decipher
A cipher,
Or write
A symbol for nothing,
Itself something,
As a record
Of nothing.

The universe,
Forever set and reset,
As stars rebalance
As galaxies emerge
Zeros itself
Against zero,
Rises or diminishes toward
The infinite absolute.

Either way,
Eyes,
Round as zero,
Close to keep sleep in.
The mind,
In a zero state,
Is not empty
But recalibrated,
Memory overwritten,
A blank medium of thought.

Awakening
Restores the universe:
Fresh data,
Renews our vision.
Everything is remade
In the image of nothing.

Nothing more happens.

Initialising