Ironic nothing

Fighting apathy
yet believing all this can lead to is dependency
Inspiration has long since ceased
and all I can write is irony

To write is to silently utter for all time
the expression of a thought content;
relevant or not, empty writing is never empty.
Emptyness itself is full: not only of itself
but of meaning, if meaning at all can be.

But even if it cannot can't just the fact that this can be thought create its existence?
Can't nothing be if it can be thought? Can it be thought? Doesn't nothing simply describe a void in thought content? In existence? In thought? The name 'nothing' names nothing (that can (or cannot) be named). Each thing can be described, nothing cannot (the absence of thinghood?), hence it cannot be, thus it cannot be thought: we presume to be able to, attempt to think it, but all we really think is the name and not the content: we imagine what the content of the thoughtless thought may be, but it escapes imagination, it is contentless. All we can understand it as is as what it is opposed to: thinghood, being, existence. But everything else that we can think, unlike this which we only think we can think, is because, if only, we can think it into existence. Nothing eludes thinking and existence for it is precisely not existence and thus cannot be thought for thought must either think what is or create what is in the thought, which nothing can never do, become, due to the necessity of its always remaining opposed to being, its continued non-existence as non-existence, its not being what it is or isn't because it cannot be and hence cannot be itself, or it must both be and not be, the latter for in terms of existence it must not be (anything that is, that is), and the former for it must remain itself as non-existence or the latter preclusion would be violated: it must BE what it is and not what it isn't or it would no longer not be or be nothing at all.