Eventually, "sun" rises
And parading echoes
Perform melancholy
Dances.

When "moon" dips below
And the "world" is empty
He waits agape for filling
Slush.

None came.

Empty, his wire frame
Activates and drags him,
Clawing on felt sand,
Carpeting carved stone and
Block stairs leading to the:

Open
To the:
Not-always.

Depleted limbs collapse
Onto muffled flat stone.
A slightly darker crevice
Offered him solace.

Here, cornered up, pressed
Against cold and wet,
Sleep came dutifully.

His folded appendages began to unravel;
He stood. And turned to look
For the effulgence
That gives the
Absence
Meaning.

Splayed
In crescent line
Blinded figure-like
"Stones" are balled and
Passive. Shadows: lifeless. Dim
And vague embers splutter behind
Him. A dark, rectangular slab is silhouetted

By the licking flame:
Tucked and rearing.


Ahead, a passage;
Dark and comforting.

He shifted slowly,

And curls.

His fabric blinker eventually
Disappears into the ground.


Chains unlocked
And left sagging
Next to sagging man.

After the shadows consume
The screen, sleep comes wistfully:

Hollow echoes of broken speech
And absences, dimly cast on a
Pulsating orange backdrop.

.pindrop memories a light clatter of meaning.

Cocoon warmth, pulsating orange glow,
Speckled red vines, muffled laughter, voices
And red pain.

.seeking: towards-which.

Cloaked hands would then
Bring the smothered dark.
With their cold recess filled
With warm gritty mush. Glooping
Sustenance is received gleefully.
Pumped thrice, leaving him messy
And grooling.

His skin burrs muffled metal edges. Neck
In cold, encasing ring. His eyes entrapped
In pictograms: dark absences cast on
A speckled warming, imperfect light.


Rough heat of other-body
And other-body-probably.
The mishapen lumpen
Masses are fuzzy in the
Outlines of his eyes.


Sparse noise parallels cut-out rising "Sun"
And "Fish" and "Lake" and
"Tree". He watches the
Cut-out "Sun" be
Replaced by
The cut-out
"Moon".


Cut-out
"Fish" half circle
Surface of cut-out
"Lake". Cut-out "Man"
Sputters cut-out behind
"Words" in cut-out "World"
Next to cut-out "Tree". He would speak,
Too: "Cut-out" "Words"; "Cut-out" reply.


When the crescent absence
Falls, the "world"





Stops.

I keep thinking about my father,
While I don't return his calls,

I keep thinking about my mother,
While I'm too busy to visit,

I keep thinking about my brother,
While we both are too busy:
Paper plans thrown like confetti
Hoping one might eventually
Happen without my knowing