Perhaps I did ask for this,

demanded a try,

beg for a part?

Hod did I formulate this request?

Who was I when I wasn't?

Imagine the “un”

before everything about me!

That's where I was(n't);

a tiny likness of the Big Bang;

a world

out of a masterly nothingness;

a singularity,

not less than nothing,

but precisely nothing, balancing

like a high-hat

in a drumset,

just after (Charlie Watts),

about to (Ken Buttrey),

but empty,

'round a “yet”;

a thought

that hasn't thought itself,

already an afterthought, stuck,

empty,

in a slot waiting

for an airplane to take advantage

and accelerate down the runway

Before anything is forgotten,

they play Bob Dylan's Tombstone Blues

forever,

while Marc Beaumont is seen

circling the globe

on his custom Koga bicycle,

thinking

that the tumble weeds of West Texas

thudding across the highway

are curled-up thoughts

that nothing came of;

carcasses of the unborn