Every Year.

one after the other,
like the migration
of a colony of ants
abandoning their anthill,
we march on into nothingness.
But who says it must
be void? who says
that there is no in-between
a place of reverie
and calm. where
matter and anti-matter
meet; where fire and
water become compound
where the creator and the
destroyer… these must
do what they must.

LARDO