you cannot miss my omission

tell us about it
about your path
they asked

listening and leaning in to me
with wild rambunctious eyes

when this moment arises
I say nothing
or little

I may say nothing later
I may never say anything
at all

or very little
you think you want
my words
yet

you cannot miss
my omission

it is always a
most spectacular
event

wanting until it hurts

And have you ached with want?

the rabid foam

of lack

 

and do you foment insurrection

against your very

basic need?

 

splicing atoms after

that which

never may be yours?

 

if you have

then hear me now

i feel 4

five six

feel for

you

 

along the narrow

twisting

rush along

our river

Styx