nothing,
as in what
isn’t potential,
yet may
be some kind
of possible.
though it is
nameless, so no
thing. in
describable, in
delible in
my mind, in
credible insistence.
so. nothing
then. and i can
not even imagine
what it
is. much less
talk.
about it?
perhaps emptiness,
or hope. i
wish. it
was this
simple.
No comments:
Post a Comment