where is everything

I woke up this morning with nothing on my mind.

not junkyard nor God nor woman nor Pluto nor priest!

I’m starting the journey from scratch into the doldrums of a new day.

after my first cup I reevaluated my circumstance to find

nothing but the same blank space saturating the active space I rely on.

so I've chosen the early seafaring explorers to be my guides through

the great sea of nothingness laying before me.

but even this eventuality is not immune to serious problems. 

how many will fall from the edge of the Earth?

how will sea serpents respond to the hijacking of their waters?

might they entertain the thought to eat them?

more likely, the ships of the ancient mariners will drop

into the realm far below where sea serpents dwell.

how else could one explain the ways in which these mariners

navigated the violent waters when the Earth was as flat

as any circle drawn by the hand of man?

–– better to accept what I've done here, and call it a great success!

yes. of course. I need a dose of subterfuge, a little shenanigans

to shake things up, and besides, who but me and the sacred few

would know how to work the problem any better?