My ankles transport me to work
Work on nothing
Nothing
A moth directs itself to light
Direction
Nothing
Who is this life for, anyway?
Some-thing or some thing?
Things someone thought about and it seemed right at the time
Nothing can beget nothing
No thing is possible without hope
The thing I want most is to be a wire.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
My ankles transport me to work
Work on nothing
Nothing
A moth directs itself to light
Direction
Nothing
Who is this life for, anyway?
Some-thing or some thing?
Things someone thought about and it seemed right at the time
Nothing can beget nothing
No thing is possible without hope
The thing I want most is to be a wire.
I chose a generic title to avoid any predisposed ideas of what the poem is about...