Not changes nothing in that everything may perish.
In the nature of things it must be as if nothing is—a not
ever present like a horizon that flees a two-headed approach
(or does it beckon?)—every not the thought of nothing
& every not the brazen lock that restrains a thought
try & think the sustaining-plot of the deathless
where nothing becomes (not its garden)
& nothing nourishes—soils that bear showers beneath
& a show of light or urge that grows a place of not
where souls bear forth with a restless dark (all about
an absent star cannot this a cold universe extinguish!)
—all that we mean by the fullness of not
(that makes us shift place & exchange bright color)
—the perishing always holding-on to an approach
—this everlasting that comes from a beginning to end.
A god is not that changes nothing.
It must be that what is there for speaking & thinking of is; for it is there to be, whereas nothing is not; that is what I bid you consider (Fragment 6)
