Full of Empty

Blow on the glass
I'll appear
In your warm breath
Because empty is a process
And not a state
If you ask me

I sit behind a veil
You see only outlines
If you raised your hand to touch me
Putting your hand in an empty jar
That's how it would be

Empty like an empty drawer
Like a tree, birds all flown away
Or like an old factory,
Rusted and flooded

empty like the moon
And empty like the soundless space
Like an eye in flesh that can't see

If you enter me

You will arrive
On a platform
Where the train never comes
The wind though
Creeps in
And echoes that hollow sound
That makes desolate feel empty

You can take a walk in me
A deserted Street in the afternoon
Or the centre of a rainforest
That's me
Full of empty

If you breathe me in
I will be that tiny bubble of air
Travelling in thick blood
to your heart
Carrying my own little empty
To your soul
And I guess you know
What will happen
When I reach

I am a long montage
Without music of course
Of all the empty spaces
Ever shown in cinema
And all that you can do
Is watch me
Watch me
Me
Empty