it exists in a vacuum:
an airless, stateless
box.
Category Archives: Poetry
Exclusivity in a field of snow
removes nothing of self
(under false pretenses)
of seeing a field of snow
where every snow-flake
is one and the same.
so wonder why,
why the snow is buried
deep below
under mounds of snow.
Isaac
Isaac wept,
and I wept,
over the random failings
of item assignments,
and the sub-basement
of a room-by-room
mind.