84. The Thing of Silence

Have you ever contemplated what

silence might look like if

heard through the ears of

those who knew nothing

but sound?

Could lack be such an alien

concept for someone

that it couldn’t be fathomed

in opposite to

the concept of too much?

83. Continued Breathing

I’m tired of the lie of breath and how

it doesn’t do anything to

fix anyone’s lives, how its novelty’s

wearing thin and I

would in fact like to stop it

were it not for the fact that

all I know how to do is

breathe

and it’d be a shame

to quit the only thing I’m good at.

82. Withering Things

I guess my thoughts fell

and died before reaching the shores

of your field of vision

and I guess my voice withered before

it got within earshot, close

enough for you to hear them

and I guess everything just sort of

ended and faded when I

tried to place it before you because you

had no need for any of it.

81. Plans

Making plans, it’s like trains arriving

that don’t stop for their

passengers, whose passengers have to

chase down the trains and use

whatever force they

can to open the doors

and slow it down and make it

so that there is even

the remotest chance of them getting on

and not getting run over.

80. here

tea’s not too

hot, maybe a little

lukewarm for

its waiting but you know

there’s always something good

about things when it’s

their time,

their real proper time,

even if it means a tepid spring into meaning.

79. The Lady Sleep

Sleep’s always been a nice one,

never said anything wrong to

me or treated me badly.

She never gave me nightmares when

I wanted sweet dreams

(though she’d often give me

dark, imageless slumber instead)

and she never kicked me with

that shock of falling into

unconsciousness but being

jerked awake by a sense of falling into

nothing

but she just doesn’t talk to me

and though I try to speak to her, she

never replies and

I wonder how she feels about me, really.

78. Hidden

I was sent here to look

around and tell you what the

damage was like,

but as I’m here and staring

at what I was told was

wreckage but looks quite different,

I’m not sure if I

can do my job.

You see, I don’t see any damage

done, so I can’t

evaluate what’s happened to you,

and I think you’re perfectly fine.