Other
than these,
there are no words
to assure,
no meaning
to hear; only
to make, and none of it
pure. And it's not
that—time
is standing
still while
this happens;
it's that—somehow,
things
have simply stopped
happening.
Except
maybe, for you—
quaking
with confusion,
as to
whether
you're supposed to
feel
empty now?
or full.
