there is a glare off the glass of the ordinary
it hurts
there is an ordinary hole, an absence, in each of us
it hurts too
one shape, one sharpening, one keening of light and form might fill the other
can, and does
this hurts also
there is an ordinary hole, an absence, in each of us
one shape, one sharpening, one keening of light and form might fill the other
can, and does
