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)