Loss, sharp as the pinpricks we call stars, although sometimes we mistake a planet for that celestial moment. -Kimiko Hahn
I turn to tell you something born for your ears
and you are not there to receive it because the Giants are behind
by a point spread so vast, no self-respecting bookie would touch
then do my words exist?
Say what you will about trees falling in empty forests.
I am talking about you two rooms away and counting.
stand in the doorway and watch your body flicker and fade in milky
knew best the value of nothing when he bade his Cordelia speak again.
Most of us lack the courage to dig for the answers we want,
nothing will come of nothing-and its companion, never.
body bathed in light.
should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!
savior yet contrived to unite them at the gates of heaven
just flurries of never spilling through an indifferent sky
upon which is pressed a sickle of moon
poised to tear a hole through the veil of night and all her stars.