Drill Bit

Am I the bit of a drill working its way
steadily into…nothing…impenetrable
because everywhere and all yielding?

Is it a mineral I am made to seek or 
something immaterial, substance that is
no substance, matters but is not matter

My head has always come to points,
and my mind has always been spinning,
generating much too much heat

This project of the exploration of…
nothing…of the exploitation of…nothing…
was with me in me from very early on

before I despaired of all knowing and simply
watched swallowtails fly as snippets
of sunshine, not wondering what it was

that I wondered… I have learned…nothing…is 
everywhere, glued to me like shadow at my heels
and commands no tongue with which to speak

So I go on, the project of an illusion, the illusion 
of a project, maybe the bit of a drill working
its way steadily into that…nothing…I may be



2010