Studying

Words
and textless thoughts
burrowing in my mind
circling around my being
as I ponder their essence
and mine.
Swallowing them up
bite after bite
drowning
in thick, milky drainage,
they collapse
from my lobes
to my soles.
Eventually they'll all be swallowed
bit by bit,
until the mountain of swirls
has dissappeared,
but what will remain?
In this empty world
my stomach sounds
to the music of the night
calling for
the center of the Earth
to fill its solitude.