I've got these little things in my Empty mind.
They're bits of something entering the final state of nothing.
I watch these things exit from sight,
Like fireworks with the contrast turned down.
I wonder what that was, that just left in this way.
Where did it go?
I hope it wasn't important.
I've been up too long thinking too hard
And now all my Empty mind wants to do
Is sleep.
Rest Somehow,
Even if it must destroy All I Know.