Lost Thought

I am the thought
That falls through the hole,
Listen,
I’ll tell you where I go—
Not to oblivion,
For naught is null,
But I go
Where all lost notions go—
To lands of spreading
Shining sand
To the spaces
In between the grains
Through wormholes’ spiraling
Cosmos roads
Where misplaced trillions
Meeting wait
And speak alone
Of being found