primordial darkness swelling inward,
a dementia radiating perpetual spite
is a black hole
in the self-awareness of the self
and of those close to it,
it devours love,
emits waves of despair
from A to O,
from one to nine
(the seventh is no greater, no more meaningful)
darkness persists
from dawn to dusk,
counting the strikes of the clock
becomes sifting numbers—
some fall through the holes,
some are forgotten altogether,
left behind
like last summer’s pumpkin
to wither on top of the cupboard
…
someone is walking somewhere
I have seen him
known him
who?
me / you / he?
o?
