Out

It has not had the name

Because it has never been.

The nothing has ever born

Like emptiness of infinity.

All the feelings and thoughts

Are collapsed here

To the size of the

Disappearance.

Echo of silence mutely

Spreads unavailability

To touch whatever usual,

Or to hear any familiar.

Neither truth here, no falsity.  

Forgiveness is absent

As same as

Meetings or partings.

No lightness and no darkness.