Endlessness.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you get bored and
feel there is nothing
to life or even death
and this nothing after
a long time of sensing
and feeling it as though
it is your constant
companion finally takes
a shape, a face, a mold,
and it becomes something
and life passes and winks
at you and you feel this
prick, this eureka,
and connections are made,
links and links and
chains of meanings, a
circle, and nothing is
something and something
is nothing and then this
arrival of silence and
then this solid void, this
continuity, this endlessness.