None

a white square splattered
on a white backdrop
minimalism
at
its finest

zero equals
the sum of nil. Anything could be nothing,
while everything is not something.
Absence of importance, of values, of communication
none whatsoever
The paper spits out
tints and shades;
it rejects colour
and life

the emotions have been
brutally extracted
paraphrased beyond recognition
discarded and forgotten.
There is no more
metallic banging
raindrops blotting
air whispering

even the house has stopped humming
memory, Mnemosyne was snuffed out
traces of leftover particles
collected and placed
in a jar
for future reference, but
for the time being
hidden from the curious glances
meaning is irrelevant

is it a revelation
or a mere disguise?
I'm not sure
But I think I miss
the juxtaposition of noises
because
the emptiness scares me.