the void

sometimes i pray for nothing
a place where everything stops
a place where nothing starts
a space that is no place
where there is no life or death
no life after death
where there are no sirens
no rape, no smiling
no aids, no babies
no men or women
dogs or cats
a place devoid of everything familiar
a place of non-contemplative silence
i lay down my head and pray for sleep eternal
pray for nothing

and then i wake up and its all still there
the pinprick earth in space and time
the wailing and whining
the loving the hating
the simple complexity

and i feel selfish
because without realising my own divinity
come the night i pray for the void