“I am something within this void,”
I have to tell myself
without feeling
An audible smudge on a glass ceiling.

My timid voice scares me more, so I scream,
“I am something within this void!”
…Not even an echo;
Drops in a stream.

I’ve lost the bout.
Beneath the vastness of time I cry out,
“I am something within this void!”
Then it is gone from me.

My time, like glass shatters,
Consuming all.
Mocking me from the infinite, it calls,
“I aM sOmeThiNg WiThiN tHiS vOiD!”