It is the same as saying you’re lodged between
an unending void and apparition of vacuity – it
suggests you know where your space ends yet
the rest is nowhere. Seeing nothing to connect
with except maybes makes vague expressions
less a sense of community elect and of an idea
never articulated; it is a similar lingua you had
grown into but never used to any effect
That there is nobody to talk to out there clears
the air – you’re not failing but an uneasy sense
of déjà vu wrestles with where you expect this
referenced commodity to appear; their words
imagined are sounds ringing in your ears – an
arcade of empathy too hot to handle
© 11 May 2013, I. D. Carswell
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