a poem to kick it off

I follow my emotions down with inquiries
asking questions of them
shouting interrogatories
even as each one fades
like stones sinking into wells
or deep lakes.
What is beauty's emoting?
How do I cross the bridge,
to leave dramatics
histrionic fits crying deep
sadness behind?, to non
attaching behavior, appropriate
levels of grief sanctioned public displays
correct and lawful behavior

yet still believe in love
still believe
in beauty again,
and goodness and truth.

I know there is a way out of nihilism
but it sometimes feels like a ray of light
a pinprick of light leading the only way out

of a measureless cavernous black hole.