Singing In Zeroes Poem by Michael Galvin

It's old as the sun-
burnt arabs falling in pools
following gazelles.

Eternally fresh,
the flower of Gilgamesh
blooms when you open,

blowing through your cells
the breath of eternity -
here's a mad lover!

Though you played the game
and you made all the right moves,
with luck you went broke,

accounting living
the debits and credits
unbalancing love,

and saw how these things -
how all of these things -
blind one to witness.

Singing in zeroes
anyone no-one can hear
love's a heresy;

you've just been lucky
you could fool yourself enough
to be nobodys,

and learn the prophets
are fools long dead reliving
your experience.