the rotten core of a pink spark in a clot of darkness

the rotten core of a pink spark in a clot of darkness
is a fidget spinner… that can’t find your name on the list-
so you can’t get into the void
until it matters.

but nothing matters.

anyway… Time is a creep. a kink in your Now; doing cartwheels-
like a fabulous Narcissist with invisible plans
to waste your time on purpose.
and taking up Space makes you complicit
in your own demise, or glorious Samadhi.

but nothing matters.

until the energy
you dream
with

has a point.