Unnamable

This is after the 
grandly mundane
drama, after the
endless timeline,
after the tallying, 
after the lure of 
the handcrafted,
kettle-cooked salty
potato chip, after
the endless conquering
of it and them, this
is after the hypnotic 
spell of perfumed 
images, after 
being a verb disguised
as a noun, after 
pretending to be 
a palpable thing, 
this is after  
being something, and 
this is after 
being nothing.