Gone Fishin’

The passing thoughts of the changing moment
Leave me for an instant and for a time
Are gone.
In that time I am void,
A hollow black hole,
Independent of fact
Living in fiction.

I am empty as the thoughts
Glide over the contours of the earth,
As they shout from the roof tops
Their cries echoing in the depths of the valleys
Of my mind.

I am as empty as the thoughts
That have left me,
Standing in the dark in these final hours
to make it so.

My thoughts are of beauty
Never changing but always new.
My thoughts are my own
My thoughts are you.