Vortex Vacuum

by Sam M. Phillips

Stardust bangs over colossal distance to reach me here,

Waiting in desperate straits for a message of forever,

I want to transcend the veil of death,

An immortal soul made up of unknowable particles,

There, in a hole made of nothing,

Something comes out,

Extruded like a memory consciousness,

A long string of jumping dots,

A line connecting this to that,

And everything speaks in turn,

A God in all directions,

Helping itself to stay sane in a vortex vacuum

Of its own creation and destruction.