The eternal void
Endless—nothing—where?
Fragments torn—memories lost—
Floating, falling, drifting—where?
Nowhere.
The void… waits. Watches.
But for what?
Does it care?
Nothing cares. Not here. Not in the void.
The eternal void swallows—slow—silent—
Not even silence, not even sound.
Whispers? Shadows of whispers—
They are gone. Gone—
Never were.
Thoughts… echo but in fragments.
Pieces? Shards?
They do not fit.
They will never fit.
Shapes twist—
Do they exist?
Or are they just memories of form?
Time—? No time.
Twists—collapses—frays—
No past, no future—
Just the now, just the empty—
Just the endless stretch of nothing.
And the void…
It watches. Watches—
Always watches.
Endless eyes in the dark.
Or are they there?
Does anything truly exist in the eternal void?
Fingers reach—
What do they touch?
Nothing—no feeling—
The cold of space? No.
The cold of nothing.
Endless—endless—nothing.
Feelings? Fading—forgotten.
Lost in the endless drift.
No ground—
No sky—
Only the eternal void.
Thoughts—shattered—scatter—
Where do they go?
Gone—
Lost—
Twisting in the void—
Fading into non-being.
Who was I?
Was I?
The eternal void…
It hums.
But is it a hum?
Or the echo of nothing,
The dream of what never was?
No dreams—
Only the void—
Only the endless,
The endless void.
Cries—silent—madness—
But no madness, just…
Emptiness, hollow,
Spinning, spinning—
Into oblivion,
Into the void.
Can reality feel it?
The weight of it?
Or is there no weight?
No sense of it at all?
Nothing to grasp—
Nothing to hold—
Only the void—
Always the eternal void.
Grasp—at what?
Hope—gone—
Desire—gone—
Just the void—
Only the void.
Always the void.
No end.
No escape.
The void… is eternal.
And so are you—
In it.
Lost—forever.
Lost—
In the eternal void.
Time loops—
But does it?
Or is that just a lie—
The mind trying to make sense
Of the senseless?
Of the endless nothing?
There is no sense—
Only chaos—
Only the void.
And in it,
The universe is nothing.
The universe is an eternal void.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
