If there’s no thing there’s something.
Don’t believe that and you’re out.
Leave space for eternity.
Don’t be just a shout.
What angle has the sky?
Do angels need to fly?
They’re here in an instant.
The wish for the present.
That’s how my wife died.
Bit lower lip then sighed.
Opened her eyes too wide.
Turned angel by my side.
Memories play with me.
Mostly good rarely bad.
But one certainty
was a half-life had.
No Thing come about.
You can’t be that forever.
There never was a never.
Be both in and out.