m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


zero nihilophobia

zero nihilophobia



silence the west wind. silence the zephyr. 

silence the slanted placeholder,

tilted wedge, rods, and shells.

silence the cipher. silence the nil.

silence the goose egg. silence the love.

release an extra level of abstraction. release the latecomer.

release the fear of nothingness. release the dove,


the snake of eternity, the loop of infinity.


idle, zero users, bias binary interface, matrix omega point,

the whole universe can become zero. the joint

dividing black hole, the eccentric outlier, the eccentric dot,

circles zero, and the written word on the spot.

grasping straws, grasping for nothingness,

zero is at the heart of the big question of reality.


heading toward the secret to absolute zero, 


take all your fears to zero, all the poems and Pyrrho

count and compel me, completely dispel me.

the last summoning of solitude weightless in white.

proof takes zero to the bone, truth to the slant, to light.

even moons gone. neurons surf heartbreaking naught,

just a figment of the imagination for the hero


where all the universe can become zero. 






circumstellar

circumstellar