Into Itself

On the outer cliff of the inarguably real

A solid place, object, physical entity to grasp

I stood rigid and gazed long into a most peculiar abyss

Not an abyss of pressured depths as a deep chasm

Or of great length as the unending and expanding cosmos

In such solid, inarguably real places, motion can be tracked

In such places distance traveled can be counted

But here I pondered into an abyss that existed of nothing but infinity

I beheld as infinity stared at itself

'Twas impossible to find or focus on any object

The search into the reflection of the search would never end

Instead it thrashes and contorts and struggles in its trek

As so many reflections reflect on themselves

Forever boring a tunneling path that can not be quantified

Such a place where nothing is found because

Simply

Nothing exists

But the search, forever