Verily, I always have that soothing black light off the
eternal emptiness deep inside to comfort me
That universal darkness is so secure and everlasting: My
silent faith is as a featureless black monolith
Though my eyes were closed and my optic nerve severed, I
would still perceive its blank perfection
I am utterly unable to be disappointed given the absolutely
empty oblivion which I know awaits me
That wondrous and everlasting truth remains likewise blacker
than anything my eyes can ever see
This good black light envelops their fairytale brightness that
threatens to well up within me
I shine my black flashlight on all those unpleasantries that
I really don’t want to have to perceive
I keep my black headlights on low beam to narrow my focus
which really helps calm my fears
The royal coat of arms of my beliefs is that gaping black
hole at the center of our galaxy
For, yea, all that endlessly increasing and irreversible
darkness is the cornerstone of my faith
Totally devoid of any purpose or promise: Purest
achromaticity simply has no way to ever fail me
Colorless, silent, empty, and consciousless: It draws me
back, to diffuse me to nothing, forever
Assured of resting almost without motion, I will regain the
universal standard of near absolute zero
I await with a true faith my certain return to the
everlasting, unified formless from which I sprang
Black light shall always illuminate the empty dream during
my eternal sleep without any awakening
Blessed with the absolute certainty of the inescapable, feature-free
timelessness, I can rest at ease
Secure that I will never know any boundaries since I cannot
ever again require any space at all
So briefly swept together to the top of this black tsunami,
so soon to tumble back alone into its abyss
Maybe enough time to internalize the darkness before I am
once again homogenized within it
I’m freed from their false choices regarding the multitude
of worn-out and bogus, one-true-saviors
The infinite, conscious-free emptiness will instantaneously
absorb and totally dilute my phony soul
The effects of my puny actions will hyperbolically approach
nothing throughout whatever eternity
And the void already stands limitless - outside this one,
always-expanding current universe
Philosophical arguments blow away with evaporating logic,
imagination, thought and memories
I am assured of complete equality with all my brothers
– criminal, rich, powerful, crippled or poor
Nothing makes no promises nor seeks any false bargain for
the worthless faith of my fictional soul
The black is so much cleaner than their smoke, costumes,
ceremonies, props, legends and lectures
I await an absolutely smooth and pointless, totally
insensate and memory-free eternal peace
Don’t have any lavishly embellished myths or inane fictional
heavens to appease my childish fears
I content myself with the promise of a conscious-free
infinity, passing beyond my absent notice
And god’s so-called messengers here on earth are but
transparently-comedic hustlers to me
Don’t have to choose to mortgage my fictional soul so I,
too, never fret over attaining paradise
Praise be to that black light off the non-cognitive and
permanent emptiness where I truly belong
But, I am no atheist given my absolute and unshakeable faith
in my onrushing, permanent oblivion
For, indeed, I do believe in a totally peaceful, if
un-sensed, eternity - without any wants or needs
Count me among the faithful for I firmly accept that the
everlasting oblivion awaits us all