The Zero beyond Omega
My friend has entered something like a sphere,
A universe as unified as God
In green Jehovah’s Witness Bibles. Fear
Is absent there, but so is love. It’s fraud
To say it’s something else, some pleasant place
Of solitude and quietness. It’s just
A blank. It is a realm without a trace
Of anything, really. Not even rust
Exists there. Nothingness and endlesss void
Are everything. There he has entered in
And there he rests in limitless spheroid
Rotation well beyond pleasure and sin,
A vacuum, a nothingness inside
Vacuity that careless Christs elide.