absent

complete within itself.
its stance, immediate; its contact
with my nakedness, quiet yearning.
a singular word beginning, pull
pulled by one other building
an entity beyond thought,
calling reluctantly upon thought,
only briefly. meaning's means
towards end:
silence
again.

long strands, eventual,
language sheds itself to
express, build,
gather a clear space.
words long most for
all that they are not - returning,
return, turn over. verse
breathes and dies and again,
silence. its surface ripped open
by light. shadow responds, dims,
draws down into cracks,
patching imperfection with
absence.

broken
silence
its pieces
wrapped random
in words deeply purposed
beyond careful edit.

and still It's left
unsaid. insular, insolent
insolvent stubborn
withheld urge gathering
around itself - taking on
the shape of wanting to
want for something that
may not be ...
permissable.

augment - add to - improve, remove
myself - nothing's reduced;
the pieces cast off persist
within enamel days,
within porous nights,
too bright, devoid of texture -
fused together in defiant widths
towards compulsion slipping into
simple pattern; as if never
otherwise. hunger is perfectly natural
and naure, perfectly
hungry.

a shift in my chest floor, loosening spill weak
waving lines without frequency - heartbeat rough
and sore yet constant enough to offer
incoherent comfort.

morning coming. it will press down
hard. around three a.m., anxiety
waits in the thread holding dreamlines.
by dawn in all its blatancy,
pain's wrapped a series of bands
heavy, adjusting just above
my belly. i've learned to
announce hurt to
myself then
dismiss it in
the same breath.
a breath i never do
give back to the rest.

here.

here it is still
kept.