Lady Zero’s Logbook
In the beginning
Was the Void.
Teeming emptiness.
Complete absence.
Fluid inheritance.
Inside the bleakness
Of the perfect O
Lay the roister of
The indecent I.
I Am,
She said.
Whole. Elsewhere,
They labored
To comprehend nothing
ness, its integral abstract
ions,
Millennial. Meanwhile
I hear
The alarm bells ring.
Abandon ship, all who
Enter the old. Hollow
Eyes horripullate. The
Beak speaks. Crack crack.
Salaam.