Nothing

Vastness sound across the void
There’s nothing left
To say or do
How
Much, when or where
Have never mattered
Thought began
The ceaseless toil of
Time
A riven window gravely
Gone unless the lovely
Magic justice could
Prevail, until the feeling
Went
Away; I told him
Never to bear the
Heartaches lightly never
To hobble beyond or
Bind
Himself to appearance
Shivering bones or
Past-tense quarter note
Desires.