Floating into nothing

Under a sky which ordered
glows and dies out,
nothing doesn’t matter no more,
nothing doesn’t matter,
and the water runs, runs on itself
foamy and dark,
embracing in deep whirlpools
fumbling for the remnants
in their womb
to defecate at the earth,
endless graveyard
dancing in the nothing, strangled by
a sky which ordered
glows and dies out…
But nothing doesn’t matter no more,
nothing doesn’t matter,
nothing does not…
nothing…