Celebrating Nothing

-Celebrating Nothing-
by
Keaton Foster



Thick and stifling
Unbearably heavy
Absolute blackness
Consequential darkness
An omni-dimensional
Atmospheric condition where both
Everything and nothing is possible
A place for celebrating nothing
A home within my skin and bones
The kingdom of all that I am
And all that I have ever done
The duality of such a place
Both frightens and excites me
I cannot ignore its powerful draw
I must go there every chance that I can
It is a place that is as close to death as can be
It is a place where the visceral feeling
Of being alive feels the strongest
Unbridled emptiness rings true
In my unoccupied chest
Hopeless and destitute I have always been
Fighting for something more
To me has always been a war worth waging
Many bodies lay broken and wounded
Across the battlefield of my life
I live the only existence that I know
The only existence that I am comfortable with
I do what I am sure I must
For a man like me there can be nothing less
Blessed are the minds that truly understand
Cursed is the man that attempts to explain
Not a moments worth of peace will be
Copious amounts of unsolvable problems
Lay piled up at my altar of life
Crushing down without mercy
I have been to the deepest depths
Of my own forever wilderness
Far beyond present reality
Far beyond my highly capable imagination
Further penetrating into the bosom of the end
That we are all ultimately going to face
Standing in the epicenter of life’s most brutal endeavor
Screaming, hear me absolute God of forever nothing
Take my words, deep into your cavernous womb
Let each toxic word fester
Let them breed more of the same
Dare not let my life be just one mistake
Create others like me so that they
Can add cause to your idle faith
Give them purpose, meaning
Weapons of absolute understanding
I know that all that is mine
All that you call a gift and I a curse
Will end, and when it does
Unless you create others to celebrate nothing
Then there won’t be those who believe
In the something that you are offering
All things right, need something wrong
The brightness of day, needs absolute darkness
The power of your faith, needs weakness and doubt
Celebrating nothing, increasingly leads to something…




Celebrating Nothing
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.