HEART

HEART

at your heart
you are paper
by which we
mean
  worst kind of paper

by which we mean
paper as fictional relic
of its digital self

at it’s heart
you thought solid
core like
the Earth’s perhaps even
rare heavy metals

but
    there is nothing there
but vacuum but void
but
    infinite implosion
    so sorry to disappoint

but at core, in your
                         heart

you are
     nothingness itself

not, to be sure, a silent
or quietly withdrawn nothingness
but one strident and violent:
essence
      of bombast itself

stripped of logic and reason
immune to
             fact, innoculated
against theory

will be
        prove with a logic no
less than
catastrophic

      to bring an end to
near a
     planetful of us

so much at stake in every
denial of distress