At the edge of a forest, blanketed in frost and snow,
I discovered the boundary between the universe and nonexistence.
Snow fell silently, my breath producing apparitions in the air.
Time slowed as I reached out my hand
in order to caress the void with my fingers.
The texture of nothingness is indescribable.
I tried to build a schema in order to understand its consistency
but my fingers craved matter and gravity.
The absence of atoms is cold and cavernous.
I pulled back my hand, and set out my foot beyond the edge
but I lost my balance and plummeted into the unknown.
The universe, a flat image painted onto the canvas of eternity,
drifted away, and I sang oblivion hymns
as I fell