It’s been quite a long time since I’ve whittled away at my brain toward a poem… I’m not sure that’s what this is, but it’s fresh effort:
Working Around the Void
How can we have
such clear impressions
of what is not?
Absence
Silence
Nothing
maybe God,
Santa Claus,
or meaning.
Things
lacking evidence,
experience
I believe I dream
and vice-versa,
as a doubt-drenched thinker
As long as we’re using language
for these –
what is our perception of love?
Imagination?
Is it?
Time?
Between appear and disappear.
Articulate desire.
Polysemic Stupor 
So much loveliness here, conceptually and as articulated.
Called to mind the fact that silence can be deafening (not sure nothing can be something or absence sometimes present (perhaps spiritually though not *biblically*!), etc., nonetheless – )…what is not may still be keenly experienced. Impressions are surely fascinating (instinct? comprehension? feeling? d. all of the above?).
Glad you found time-space for word play!
You’ve found a way to find just the right words.
The space looks as pauses feel, building emphasis for every line. thank you for letting us in with this stair to you. xxxxxx
Thank you
Just catching up with you Nathan…what a wonderful place to start!
The last two lines…as one line
is a zinger
Thank you Jana