A Poem About Nothingness

Zero-Fucking-Kelvin

 There is something dark

So dark

It creeps in at times and spread

like rain water when it hits the ground

It blankets every nook, every corner

of my mind with iniquity.

At such times I struggle to justify to myself

the vibration of every string

I am whispering to myself for the string to halt

Stop stop stop. Stop existing

I hate Entropy, you know,

When Musk said “It’s not on our side”

I thought to myself: At last, someone understands me.

I arrange things in a prudent order

as an act of mutiny

I know, I am not significant to the laws that govern the universe

and my rebellion will not spark a revolution

The sun will not sit on the beach with me to sip iced tea

It will keep fucking spinning

It is not about the sun, but me

I never claimed to be a  law abiding citizen of this ridiculous mad house.

I like to think of myself as a solipsist

Would it be too wrong if it is all about me?

I would like the strings to stop vibrating

and it is in my capacity as a solipsist

to make it halt.

Zero Fucking Kelvin

If I am a solipsist I can do it

I have not figured out how, though.

- Karnika Kapoor

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