from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (19)
several years ago
for several years
nothing came to entrance me
–
more specifically
doors entranced me
the emptiness of doors
–
the simple lack of existence
led me further to rooms
and bowls cups and spoons
–
it wasn’t the rooms the doors
the bowls cups or spoons
but the pure embedded absence
–
nothing was useful
nothing was transcendent
the absence the lack the emptiness
(January 25, 2020)
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