Void

I can’t avoid the void, such avoidance
would deprive me of the empty center
of my circling down which I disappear
from time to time, to return sharpened

by proximity to death, pencil of lead
with new scribbling to do about what is
in dread in the face of evanescence,
the beauty of my remaining in time

the empty center I circle to rest
and repair, knowing I can not resist
the plunging that I know must and will come
into the chaos of new creation

void is a name for what I cannot name,
a placeholder for what I can’t replace