Ocean Of Emptiness Poem by Robert Burgan

I sit perched over an Ocean of Emptiness
Alone and condemned, the world saw me for who I am
I stand naked, stripped of my reflection
Bare from the ingestion of the black hole beyond me
I’m leaving this dimension, will you follow me?
Into the inkwell sky above, into the eyes of sapphire space
Into the neon cumulus clouds that look at the warp upon my face
Still jaded, still invisible and pale, still reflective of the dust
Still determined to use the wind and sail through every detrimental environment
I fall into head first; the Ocean of Emptiness is bottomless
I’ll float up, tread around a vicious cycle and own up to my mistakes
I’m open wide, ready to dive into the cold dust, shaved from rust
Encased in loss, maintained my love
Underneath my being there is a lot more than there seems
I’m a hopeless child trapped in the glow of a TV screen
Wanting to be more than myself
I’m still confused with lost
Still infused with chalk, line on the concrete
A picture drawn without a flaw
I’m no longer faceless, I’m no longer hollow
I’m no longer an ocean filled to the shoreline with a hopeless tomorrow
I sit perched over a jam packed world, still seeing nothing but emptiness
Instead of giving into it I’ll paint a picture straight from scratch
Stitch together the things that still make sense
I took a swim in the Ocean of Emptiness and came out real.