"Nothing"

Loathe nothing…
The empty
The loneliness and indecision
The hollow choices inching me into tomorrow
The intricate, useless plans
            that I constantly make
            and rarely employ.

Love nothing…
The moments between the moments
The stillness and the peace
The apex between inhale and exhale
The mindblowing unawareness
            that I constantly seek
            and never purposefully achieve.

Loathe bored nothingness.
           Love relaxed nothingness.
Loathe hushed nothingness.
           Love silent nothingness.
Loathe staring.
           Love gazing.
                        All nothing.

Nothing is something.
Nothing is nothing.
Nothing to love
Nothing to love

Loathe is nothing.
Love is nothing.
Both intangible.
Both more powerful
           than anything.

Thus, nothing is more powerful than anything.
And I loathe that
And love nothing.