Caught out by my teacher for gawping
She Professed I had nothing to see
Since then, many times I have wondered
Wherever that ‘nothing’ might be
Impossible to weigh it or count it
Or to pinpoint deliberately
For nothing is beyond my impressions
Hard to ponder if nothing to see
Anything is nothing like nothing
But nothing can cause much ado
Though nothing is far from the regular
When nothing is way out of view
"Consciousness — that synaptic cataclysm of cerebration symphonic with feeling — is our only lens on reality, half-opaque to itself, its nature ever quickening our hardest questions, their answers ever beyond our grasp." Frank L Jackson
I heard it on the intervine
Important news on cheese
Lacking much on clarity
On whom it will or will not please
We take too much for granted
When creating absentees
Ensnared contained effectively
By a whiff of tempting cheese
Ignoring myths and old wife’s tales
When planning a waylay
Plant a nob of peanut butter
Sending Mickeys on their way
Maybe a tinge a trace a note
An almost meant not said
The act of hiding in plain sight
Shows something else instead
In the screen of muddy waters
indiscreet with mild deceit
The unashamed will deign to feign
A shady hand on two left feet
It is the way of human code
So many missives in a crib
A falsifying bright white lie
In taradiddle’s con ad-lib
There goes the tousled ambler
Unruly on the way
A rumpled kilt on boots that tilt
With nothing neat to say
Tripping on the wild side
Frazzled, ragged in the shade
Our shabby tatty baddie
In a garb of grungy frayed
Mumbled jumble unresolved
In bedraggled schemes of strings
Hangs around in sloppy wear to share
That threadbare saving brings
A tiny presence caught my eye
It was a glimmer of a notion
Whispering a hint or clue
Too small to cause commotion
Staring at the fogginess
Which by now too faint unclear
Soon became a fading memory
Where like dreams they disappear
Giving up on explanations
Though later try to think again
To snatch a pearl from fantasy
Reducing truth into a grain
