In the quiet expanse of a whispered void, A vacant silence, where dreams were buoyed, A hollow echo where echoes cease, Empty, dear Jordan, is not absence, but peace. In the linger of breath, before the word, In the canvas of space, where thoughts are stirred, It's the pause in a beat, a moment's release, Empty is the presence of unseen increase. Like pages unturned in a story untold, Possibility rests, a treasure to behold. For within empty, dear Jordan, you'll find, The open embrace of a curious mind.