Monday, February 13, 2023


This (and only this) 
is how things 
currently stand: 

the present is just 
the future's grave 
remembrance of the past.

As electrons fizz 
and fudge 
the black gap 

between dendrite 
trees and their
bygone axons, 

words whose constituent 
letters aren't clear 

cohere and steal silences 
which can't be 
stolen back. 

They say that 
no one's fully conscious 

until they feel
and disconcertingly 

that they don't belong

as close 
as they've come 
to the fulminant nothing 

from which 
all of their thoughts
have sprung.