more suspicious
of nothingness
than its opposite:
like those few
blank pages at the end
of a book,
a spotless mind
is the rare exception,
while prolix
is common and brooks
no correction;
in sleep, we prefer
the narrative
of nightmares
to the tomb
of dreamless termination;
and those awkward
pauses in our deep
conversations
are thought to be
wellsprings of hidden
predilections
in the same way
the vastness
of interstellar space
is gouged
by the arrow
of time's direction.
