The Nihil Propaganda

How could we grasp the Void?
Our small minds can't hold it in
Getting close to where our conscience fades
Feels like it’s there, as it slips away

Nothingness can't be pictured
We can only knock on the next door
While our lives move along their way
Safe and blind, slowly fading away

Always dear to me was this lonely hill
And this hedge, that blocks so much
Of the last horizon from my view
But sitting and gazing, endless
Spaces beyond it, and superhuman
Silences, and profound stillness
I imagine in my thoughts; where for a moment
My heart doesn't get scared. And like the wind
I hear it rustling through these plants, I compare
This infinite silence to that voice
And I recall the eternal
And the dead seasons, and the present
And alive, and its sound. So among this
Immensity, my thoughts drown

We all are the others
Nobody is himself

And it’s sweet to drown in this sea