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
Even if it must destroy All I Know.