Epoch of emptiness

Negative space envelopes me, I have found purpose in the undoing- of purpose in and of itself. Nothing truly drowns in a sea of emptiness. Can you see it? Cosmic inversion. Behold all is one and it too shall be nothing.
Cataclysmic, this incursion. We’ll find salvation in death, the one true emptiness.
Revert to one, the natural sun – preceding stars and the bedlam of existence
The careful equations- keeping, bodies in rotation unwind, unhinge.
The cure for excessive matter- moving through a vacuum
Destiny will be unwritten, all frivolous life, undone through my bitterness
Behold: all that is left of creation, a monochrome of eternity- in the breadth of a single atom.
It too shall be extinguished, and I with it.
Finally free of this temporal stasis.
What is perceived as time fails
I float through hallways without structure. What is perceived as time fails. I am one with the intangible.
In chaos we have found form, in essence all has been unified.
We are slaves to the stillness
Shed this - diminutive form. In this instance I am at peace, shape and form no longer matter.
At one with the void…
At one with the void…
In this epoch of emptiness…