Nothing Poem by John Prophet

Thoughts
swimming
in my
mind.
Swimming
side to side.
Swimming
up and
down.
Swirling
all around.
Popping
in and out
of existence.
Coming
and going.
Thoughts pop
out of
nowhere
out of the
ether.
Then,
returning back
whence
they came.
Thoughts
to ideas.
Ideas to
creations.
Everything man
makes came
from a thought,
came from
ideas,
came from
from the ether,
came from
nothing.
Look around.
Everything
comes from
nothing.
Everything
is
nothing!