Nuclear and Near

The Centre of Chaos is where you stand,
Yet the Centre is where you don’t.
What cannot be seen is not accounted,
What is not accounted cannot be counted,
Through the centres of our eyes we become deluded,
Of what is truly Nuclear and Near.

The Centre of The Void is Everywhere,
Yet the Centre is precisely Nowhere.
What can be seen can be accounted,
What is accounted can indefinitely be counted,
By the centre of our mind we become deluded,
Of what is truly Nuclear and Near.

Like a Child we are passed to and fro,
From the Will of our Mother,
To the Witness of our Father,
Only knowing what is Here or There.
But by,
Everything and Nothing They give us Something,
Which is truly Here and There.
When the Child looks to Horizon and His account,
Something Clean and Clear of definite count,
Emerges as a Truth which is also dear,
It’s our Name, Nuclear yet Near.