Ode to Nothing (III)

Or a short note to Harold Bloom

A poet may chase

Self-importance the way
A snake swallows its tail

But let me presume to say

That being a weak poet 

Is neither simple nor easy
Yet a sound choice as well

Why revel in insecurity

Why such sturm und drang

Why not let the metaphors

Fall as they may and

Embrace the null set

In all its glory since

Soon enough Self

Consumes all contingency
When the jumbling tower topples 

We settle into vacuity instead