The Annihilation of Nothing

Nothing remained: Nothing, the wanton name That nightly I rehearsed till led away To a dark sleep, or sleep that held one dream. In this a huge contagious absence lay, More space than space, over the cloud and slime, Defined but by the encroachments of its sway. Stripped to indifference at the turns of time, Whose end I knew, I woke without desire, And welcomed zero as a paradigm. But now it breaks—images burst with fire Into the quiet sphere where I have bided, Showing the landscape holding yet entire: The power that I envisaged, that presided Ultimate in its abstract devastations, Is merely change, the atoms it divided Complete, in ignorance, new combinations. Only an infinite finitude I see In those peculiar lovely variations. It is despair that nothing cannot be Flares in the mind and leaves a smoky mark Of dread. Look upward. Neither firm nor free, Purposeless matter hovers in the dark.