Lack

there is no sound within

those are not your eyes looking out
you do not recognize anything
only silence

not even a buzzing
or hum

you are shattered into
intonations of other people
incessantly chattering

the more you try to hear
the less you hear

nobody ever mentioned
this terrible quiet

maybe no one
else has

heard
it.




Every new stage in consciousness is preceded by a sense of lack
M. Esther Harding

Published in BLACK BEAR REVIEW
A Literary Magazine For The Concerned Poet And Artist
Fall-Winter 2001

and
Poetry Motel
wallpaper series, 2000 Edition

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