cryptic

kinky dinky is about to float a new ship
in the either of my space
in between the blink of an eye
lies this theme

it really is not the end of my conflicted thoughts
but only an explanation of void
the black hole of unattended beliefs
looms

the absence of nothing does not intimidate
emptiness is only a space to be filled
clouds of unknown scents
twitch at my curiosity

poems are hungry things
eating up my words
driving thoughts to new heights
can dying be supported by prayer alone?
what else can we do?

I am forgetting my age
hesitating!
no brain-dead future for me
there is the urge to rip open the sky
to see what leaks out