The fact of matters

The concept of ‘nothing matters’

Like mulled wine on a winters evening

Dancing through streetlights 

With no hope of a past or a present

But you told me of life and death 

Of beauty and evil

Blurring boundaries between things that don’t correlate anymore

The zero sum of society 

Whispering “no” and “yes” 

And never a word between 

To suspend a judgement 

To hang between the language that interweaves melody and rhyme 

And float through a void 

Or an empty body 

Our bodies as lived experience 

Moved from place to place 

With small agency as we deceive ourselves 

And fill our time with feelings of “comfort”

As we stand afraid and paralysed by a staid exhaustion of something or other

As I sang repeated melodies

On untuned guitar strings 

Relaying old memories that hurt me once 

But now have lost their meaning 

Or feeling 

Or something I don’t know 

I fall through the sky and feel a caress of the sun 

Calling me to remain in the cloud 

But I must come down

And so must you