VOID

of the sweetest voice
that fret me around
after a painful respite
it ferry me across
towards hinterland
unspoken, untreaded
friendliness of a bizarre kind
where from
I prove my existence
without any form
untouchable to a reasonable man
and
part my earthy space
with a shirk
Sans space, sans time
to bellow my whereabouts.
Void, my eternal void