Like a deserted fencepost in a windswept field, there stood Nothing, ridged and cold yet alive.
Nothing in his loneliness, his solace, his helplessness, Nothing focused on the nothingness.
Nothing’s glance found emptiness, bareness, Nothing’s glance found nothing.
Nothing’s eyes pondered on the junction of north, south, east and west, they found nothing, nothing at all.

Yearning and exploring in that nothing emerged Everything.
Everything invaded Nothing. Everything invaded Nothing’s ponder, but escaped Nothing’s glance.
Everything swept the wind across the field.
Everything was everything, Everything was everywhere.
Ridged and cold yet alive, Everything was there, Everything was everywhere.
Everything was everywhere, Everything was alive, Everything was breathing.
Like a cold, rigid, deserted, windswept fencepost, Everything was breathing.

Nothing pondered the invasion, Nothing and Nothing rejoiced.
Gently Nothing pondered, Gently nothing pondered Nothing, Everything.
Everything was breathing.
The wind swept, as it swept, it swept away anxiety.
The wind swept Nothing, Everything and Everything was breathing.

Like a wind swept fencepost, Nothing groaned and Nothing groaned.
As the wind swept, it swept the groan. Swept it from Nothing to Everything.
And Everything was breathing, Everything was transcending.

Like a windswept fencepost in a deserted field,
Was Nothing, was Everything and Everything was breathing.
Everything was transcending, transcending Nothing
Nothing, no understanding, Nothing, nothing at all.

A deserted fencepost, a windswept field.
And the wind swept, it swept Nothing into Everything.
Everything into Nothing. It was breathing, it was!
Transcending Nothing, Nothing, no understanding. The wind swept.
On a barren field, the wind swept peace.
It swept Nothing, it swept Everything, It swept peace.

A fencepost, windswept, deserted, in a field, Nothing.
The wind swept Nothing, nothing at all.
The wind swept the heart of Nothing, nothing at all.
The wind swept his mind, Nothing’s, Nothing’s mind.
The wind swept Everything and Nothing was safe.
Everything was safe.
The windswept Everything and Everything was breathing.

The wind swept Nothing a barren fencepost.
The wind swept peace and Nothing was safe.
Nothing, the wind swept Everything, Everything was transcending,
Everything was breathing and Nothing was safe.
Nothing, like a windswept fencepost in a windswept field.
Nothing was safe.

Nothing like a Deserted Fencepost in a Windswept Field

I must have been on drugs (humour). I really do like this one. Just for fun, just to confuse yourself, try pretending that the characters are not really characters. Whip away the capital letters and try it. This prose is both trash and a great piece of art all in the one painfully smithed accident. I think I found a third character in this poem, see if you can identify him.

Now if after reading this you’re not bored and only kind of think it is trash, maybe you think it’s good trash per se and want to know what drugs I was on or at least what the hang it means. Well, open your bible to Philippians 4:4-7. You will discover I wasn’t on drugs at all; indeed I was inspired by God’s word.

They photo I love, I waited eight years from writing the poem until finding this photo in Ede, the Netherlands.

The poem was written sometime around 2002 and was first featured in my book titled Ačiū. Ačiū is dur to be re-released in 2010