A Pome a Day for a Year

Exactly what I said,
come to the machine to type a load of stuff
and my mind is blankerino.

My mind is always empty, I know,
but this time it is emptier,
if even possible. Think the next level of nothing.

Black hole mind? Maybe?
No, because then I would be absorbing
my own skull and surrounding tissue.

Nah, the extra version of nothing
is probably the gap between nothing.
Ah! What is the gap between nothing?

A special little zone so small as to not be
recognised by plancks, but there doing the job
of keeping the universe alive.

You cannot have nothing touching nothing forever,
there always has to be a something, because if there was not
then why would there be anything?

This is a theory I have, much like my mirrors
(but we will talk about mirrors another time)
that endless nothing leads to consumption of everything.

Nothing is easier to be, nothing is the baseline,
everything wishes to be nothing,
so something has to step in.

This delicate balancing act is vital,
this universe is multifaceted, an incredibly diverse collection
of misunderstandings and beauty beyond my brain.