sad infinitum

sad infinitum 

impenetrable is the coat of mind

that covers THE nothing, 

so deep in the maze 

of thoughts of thoughts,

is a thought of nothing,

that the mind can never be 

directed 

to consider the nothing, 

             (If nothing can be nothing)

        (other than that nothing else exists)

let’s call it the real or the unreal nothing

                 such is this life we live.

before there was nothing, 

after there is nothing.

our lives are simply spent

in replicating the replicators.

but, 

truth in rare flashes some will see,

and we steadfastly refuse to replicate.

for

all we are,

if we are at all,

are algorithms 

within algorithms.

replicators 

within replicators.

all together replicating

in sad infinitum 

unto the end.

oh that it was 

that nothing was again.

then never more

this sad charade. 

oh come on, come on!

supernova,

get it over,

and 

with us be done.