Onomatopoeia Song Of Nothingness...

she didn’t, she did, she didn’t, katydid;

her mid vesper chirp stuck in my head.

never lonelier than the month of august,

afraid of nothing with a fear of nothingness,

sink into this sandy parched green

scorched earth of solitude. beseech me;

she did, she didn’t, she did. katydid

cast diurnal wispy shadows on cave walls, cryptic!

fall into dream voids at this mouth of mystery,

fifty-fifty dance fifty-fifty chance cast to infinity.

how had we become fixed on the stones,

lulled by the demiurge breath of earthbones?

pricked finger frostwork drips, dribbles, emanates,

where is your pleasure garden of no trauma?

bloodcurdling lovesong,

             “mim-mim-mim-mim-mim” imitates

rebirth in tops of trees. why can’t you find me in this drama?

forget bliss, forget the cicada shell of vagueness,

          “tsuku-tsuku-boshi, tsuku-tsuku-boshi”

mid morning pity!

endless summer, lonesome lyric, song of nothingness...

            “kanakkanakkanakkanakkanak”...

return to the city!

sound brought the earth alive in an hour of plenitude.

space is not empty, it is full, -a plenum!

shake us from our hebetude!