Just on the other side
Of all this levity and celebration
Is nothing
A throbbing silence
A heart beating down
To stillness
Jubilant voices
Echo back to dumbness
Before the idea
Before the utterance
No breath
No thought
No
Thing
Just on the other side
Taps the finger
Muffled ticks and tacks
To grab attention
To remind
We tip toe through our reverie
To let awareness sleep
No susurrant snooze
No dream
No waking
No
Thing