Gather Gather all of the mean nothings
all meaning
NOT  A  THING
While I fly into this new sun
mid life's baby star
sparks jumping off every cell
hot to the touch melting this pain
and you are withering
martyr and alone watching the sloth hang
from this slow emotionless place
with that blank stare
And I feel nothing
NOT  A THING
with the hopefulness that I will be whole again