My Master tells me to look.
Look more.
Look again.
I look.
I look with my eyes, then with my mind.
I keep looking.
I imagine looking at bits and bits of bits.
I see their bits.
I run out of bits and see just blobs.
Then I run out of blobs.
I look into nothingness.
Just me and my void.
The solitary truth.
Now gone.
(c) 2023 Dr Simon Robinson.
