A Picture of Nothing

An ironic life,
when all was done
to be noticed.
Irony my shield
bears me home
on shoulders
that didn’t notice:
his ascetism
was his wealth.

A mirage
of shifting soil,
parting air,
only desire
to be planted
in a landscape
where growth
and decay
are understood.

Search this cactus,
shave it closely,
watch it disappear.
Shine a light.
You will detect no
position or velocity.
Words spoken
in the void
fail to touch me

as I disappear.