Mount of nothingness

Far from verbal communication; in tapestry of queer sounds, beautiful orchestra,how can I comprehend such space? The feeling is too controlling yet the mind's not racing,I cannot comprehend. Stellar falling though gravity is nonentity what is going on with the universe? I look beyond, I witness within; these are the soft ,fiery poisons that heal my wounds. Clouds passing, thoughts passing,horrid habits; what a narcissist reality we have fickled ourselves into, myself, I cannot comprehend. This being of mine is however nighty pale, I am in accord with the moon,it has a heart that writes with no pen and essence that has no message . Just there,rigidly hanging on the wall of the sky, beaming in awe, labyrinth to my soul; each moment I gaze, fixed and steady I get lost, Non on us have but a little while to gaze. As I give chance to look around, in between words, in between time; the norms that give definition to human experience, my urge for these precisions have broken free, lost in tapestry of queer sounds. The charm that all is sheerly nothing, an assembly of memories echoing nothingness in a world where the moon still reflects mystery arising the introspection of moral absence.