Surrounded by everything and nothing

And there isn’t a word or phrase to be caught

A verse to be recited

A man to de-fill my being in those moments

I am blankness, the contained center of an “O”

The pyramidic containment of an “A”

I stand in the middle of all that I have learned

All that I have memorized

All that I’ve known by heart

Unable to reach any of it

There is no sadness

There is no bliss

It is a forgotten memory

A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking

-Unknown