"Nothing"

I know
As if I could remember it I know --
Nothing is left
Nothing exists
Not even past to be remembered.
If no one can remember no one can tell.
If no one
Can remember --
No one
Can tell.
As if I could remember --
I tell --
There was that light
That blinding light which turned all matter to un-seen light.
Not darkness.
Darkness can not exist where light can not be known.
Nothing is left.
No matter
And no more light
And no more dark
And nothing.
As if I could remember it I know
I have
A hand.
Unseen my weightless hand restlessly lies
on nothing
For it needs to write
To write what matters where no matter is left to write upon.
My hand now writes on nothing.
It writes --
Knows then that nothing lasts forever
And nothing will remain when I have written
These words on nothing will remain
For nothing lasts for ever
It will remain
Remain
Remain
Waiting for a new creation

"Armour"

I am distressed.
Cold.
Cold.
How. Did the warming wool disintigrate at last?
I am undressed.
Between the iron and my naked skin
Nothing is left
No more protection left against the armour.
I dare not move.
Cold iron cuts
My naked flesh.
Cold pain. Sharp pain.
Disarming pain.
Armour protects.
But now my arm
Can not wield arms.
Frozen, in pain,
Slowly, in hope or fear, my arm
Spreads out the gaudy surcoat -- challenge or disguise.
The tatters fly away.
My armour is undressed.
Steal, beg or borrow other guise, and play!
Play.
Play the fool, the hero,
Play the lover, the monk, the peasant,
Play one and all!
Play them
And let them play.
Let Hero play the Fool
Let Peasant play the Monk
And Monk the Peasant
All play the Lover
Lover play them all.
Play, guiser, endless permutations of disguise,
Armour protects you still!
And while you play in pain
Protecting iron
Will scrape away your skin, your naked flesh
And in the end
Will leave your bones undressed
Your secret core disclosed
And rest you truly, gentlemen.