The Void

A poem.

I always imagined
the void would be
something expansive and
circular like a black hole;
but as I peer into it
I see it is quite limited
and fits squarely in my palm.

I always imagined
the void would be
dark, devoid of color,
the blackest black;
but as I peer into it
I see my own reflection
and a great many visions.

I always imagined
the void would be
lifeless, empty, and
without any activity;
but as I peer into it
I see it is quite alive
to the point of exhaustion.

I always imagined
the void would be
something to fear,
something that I flee;
but now I see that
it consumes me and
I cannot stop looking into it.