Elucidating Questions

At the beginning of the year there is speed, growth, knowledge, the love of years past create the new, the green.

The warmth and fire of summer, one left behind in the middle

The storms and the rumble of the fall as the many things go to their rest, a reminder of time passing.

As it cools into the darker winter, the ocean and sky remaind, and though the end is found, as it passes in a strange alternate,

There is more beyond it, it doesn’t end there.

It continues, farther, beyond the flaming bear and the prince behind the dust, farther than the flaming clouds of hourglasses, horses, life and crabs,

How long does it go on for? Is it time or length? How does one measure the sheet?

And within the blank inbetween, the voice of a thing that is that exists, looking somewhere to the lights. It proclaims its existence.

Is it just a 0 between the 1 in the fabric of the coding of the cold and the out?

I shouldn’t think that nothing is truly nothing.