On The Poetic Being of Timeless Nothingness

Being and Nothingness
Nothing ever was
or will be again
Nowhere else
has Being ever been

Being and Time
Timeless then
Timeless again
There is no Time
An Illusion, a crime
Because somehow
Only is now

Nothingness and Time
A cosmic riddle sublime
New dimensions for quazi-poets
Corrupt measured Rhyme
Is it a cursetime free verse
And twist our fate
Freedom comes too late

And all this while
Mutation a style
All that is Being
Is NOW I am Seeing

And so Being is blown
Into the Unknown
Is upon us now
Quantum-instant somehow
Lasts forever

An Infinite Friend
Will Being Be ?
Timeless Nothing
Comes to an End

tim/zuz