the urge to scream before sound is emitted

the warmth of expectation when seeing a certain somebody

the white noise audible below breathe yet above silence

the distortion of time when eyes are closed, lying down, morning and night

the hundredth bullet on a paper list destined for the trash bin

ever-making meaning
of the perpetual puzzle
by the perpetually puzzled

never-making meaning
a perceptual muzzle
the conceptually muzzled

take space
make space
create space

and the gap between thoughts grows
a glassy pond appears

no urge to scream
now the urge to steep, to float

away away away

within and away