To Heidegger

 

I stared long into that night's dark aeon

Saw only nothing there beneath my feet

Not ground to stand on, only void alone

and, insufficient, reason hesitated

failed to reach down, failed to fill that dark night

Soul shrivelled doubt unmade my mannishness

madness turned my eye to catch a glimmer

follow flickering methane will-o-wisp --

a flaming cow-burp's possibility

Desire for soil beneath my feet once more,

I find I am aware of what is lost

and in that dark night of desolation

seed germination grows within my spirit

where, at the edge of nothing, I met hope.