Nothing Matters...Nothing... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i know i waste
so much time but
i still assure myself
i have lots of it
kept in my fingertips
inside my nails
into my capillaries
in union with blood
into my system,

one wishes to feel
the numbness to own
it sometimes,
to take pride that
you are a subject
of pain and now
its own master

from this you move
higher
overcoming fences
transcending
cloudy barriers
higher and higher
into this new
awareness where
nothing, no one,
no place,
sky, thin air,
mountain tops,
sunsets to die for
matter.