Even within the vacuum,
physics awaits, ever-quiet —
connecting-receiving stillness,
infusions of illuminations,
the foamy fizz of particles
coming to be, ebbing to nothing —
so delicate, voidless, lyrical.
To be clear, this: “As, therefore, the apparent heaven is connective of all things that are under it, and is the cause of continuity, coherence and sympathy, (for the intervention of a vacuum would interrupt the continuity of things, and the subversion of this continuity would destroy the sympathy of bodies) […]” — but also some things Proclus had said in the Timaeus commentary(?) about vacuums.