Can you wear that pillow case
On your head
And pull it tight
Around your neck?
Can you
Taste the fabric
Catching air in the Nothing
And living with Empty;
Shunning the Something
Or listen for mumbles
Against the wall
Of an impossible end
Smelling with your hands
Imagine the starch
Delicate white
Or red or pink?
The visage is empty
Like dried-up eyes
Cracked lips
Sewn nostrils
And folded ears
Or hands tied down
Send me the pure
The light of Nothing
For I sense that
This pillow case
Will not let in life
Through its pores-
Immune to experience
