Suspended
void
devoid of sound,
light,
air.

I’d scream,
but
no one would hear.

There is no forest.
There is no Miss Zarves.

I am not
falling.
I am not
swimming.

Floating.
Unbeing,
Unseeing,
Unknowing.

I am not
me.

There is no me.
There is no nineteenth story.

Nothing means anything.
Nothing MEANS anything.
Nothing is and is not anything.

Particles
do not collide
with any force
at any time
in any plane
in any existence.

This is it.
There is no more.
More or less
are gone.

Gone.

Everything is space.
Space takes up everything.

Empty.
Bereft.
Desolate.
Clean.
Sterile.

Poof.