A poem about nothing?

A poem about
Nothing.
Nothing, the absence of concrete meaning-
Nothing, the lack of a formal structure-
Nothing, the deprivation of matter that would seek to render the two preceding definitions—as well as this definition—obsolete.

Yet, isn’t a firm declaration in favor of nothing a suggestion of something, in and of itself? And isn’t a disavowal of all absolutes also an absolute?

For every action, an equal and opposite reaction. For every nothing, a something.

Consider the Prayer Before Birth:

I am not yet born; O hear me.
I am not yet born; console me.
I am not yet born; provide me.
I am not yet born; forgive me.
I am not yet born; rehearse me.
I am not yet born; O hear me.
I am not yet born; O fill me.

--Louis Macniece

“I am not yet born” is a statement implying nothingness, yet it is followed by a powerful and definitive exhortation that directly conflicts with nothingness. Macniece is transporting nonexistence to the realm of existence, giving voice to that which has none. So, as you can see, “nothing” denies itself the right of the very nonexistence to which it alludes.