I?

it exists in a vacuum:
an airless, stateless
box.

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.