What Happens is This

That a great wind from nowhere
Takes nothing, and whips it into a shape,
The shape of itself, and this shape
Spins free of the great wind, or seems to do so,
And moves across spaces and voids and beyond them,
And gestures and mouths as it goes,
Feeding, coupling, venting
(Strange acts for the shapes of nothing from nowhere!)
And seeming
To generate shades of itself, that stir and spin
Too, across spaces and voids

And so it goes on

                                                            Does it so?

A long way off,
The great wind from nowhere
Back to the nothing it was
                                                    dies down
And the shadows of nothing from nowhere
That seem to be stirring and spinning
Over spaces and voids
And moving along by themselves
                                                                    die down
                                                                                    die down
                                                                                                    and die down

—Or otherwise, elsewhere, the wind
The great wind from nowhere
                                                        flares up, and becomes
A firestorm, searing the spaces and voids
Searing the nothing it goes to
Out of the nothing it was

And the shadows of nothing from nowhere
That seem to be stirring and spinning
Over spaces and voids
And moving along by themselves
                                                                        die down
                                                                                        die down
                                                                                                            and die down