There is nothing

There is nothing

To see here

Just a moment ago

Before the neurons fired

In rapid succession

Bridging the gap

Between cells

Communities of thought

Bundles of dendrites

Waiting to be activated

Worker drones

Sitting at keyboards

Printing circuits

To idle their time

Before the end of a process

Of relaxation

The cupboard was bare

With nothing to share

Every impulse

In repose

Schemata locked away

In representation

A file drawer

Waiting to be opened

Blueprints stuffed full

Of systems

Looking for a theory

To become a dream

Of significance

When every single construct

Is subject to reform

Even before

A thought

Has materialised

Plans were redrawn,

Discarded

Thrown into the void

A maelstrom

Of underperformance

Nothing lingering

Long enough

To register

Coalesce into meaning

Become significant

Until a finger twitched

Imperceptibly

The first word

Acting as a stimulus

Then, one after another

The walls came

Tumbling down

Coherent thought emerged

Into the light

And for one moment

Precious

As that may be

Everything made

Some kind of sense

Until it did not

The race was run

There was nothing to see

Not here

Nor there

Once again

The cupboard is bare.