There is an anonomity to holes; they are divorced
From their birth substance and only married
To others of their kind in a Union of Absence.
Ignoring their origins they bond to
Examples of what is not there, wherever found.
In this, we are akin to holes
When drilling into the world
And leaking into it
Thoughts born from Zero, thrown hard from afar, aiming
To pepper hard reality, spicing things up
From beyond the fence of the universe.