
this morning, i woke to a nothingness
which receded as cruelly
as when it first approached.
i brush my teeth, look out
the bathroom window at a young woman
passing along the road downstairs,
smiling impossibly to herself.
the last time i was alone i could
not stop wonderin when love
would come back shining
around the distant corner
of my one-track vision.
i am beginnin to realise nobody
ultimately understands
a word im sayin.
sooner or lata, i may bcome one of them.
i've tried to appreciate
the meaningfulness
and d meaninglessness
behind every moment along
d persistent, forward motion of tis life.
now, i relate mostly to what
is negative, absent,
or lost, instead of
what i cannot see
but is already there.
12:00 PM sprinklinq love Y