all things

Invisible-

Oh Make me

The Wisp-of-no-Will

The cloud-nothing

Shall I be Breath-

the very air-

Immortal, yet 

set betwixt these mortal pistons?

I am suffocated- 

denied my Self-

Like water grown stale

Devoid of memory

I am pure pressure-

Mechanical 

Inorganic-

Unbreathable

I am unlife, unlike You

So why not make me

In Your Image-

A Cloud-Nothing?

Cadaver world, speak up!

Your heart is on the table

They're going to study it

Pick it apart

See how it worked.

What will they find?  

Just the standard, you know

...emptiness?

Four rooms:

Two to accept what needs to be accepted:

 The nourished and the starved.

Two to give out what needs given out:

 The spent, to be reborn

 And the reborn, to be spent

"The heart as an empty vessel

Is prepared for honorable use

Is set apart; Is holy-

Ready for every good work."

What say you, cadaver world?

Your heart is on the table

Is your emptiness standard

...or holy?