My Vacuum

 

 

                           MY VACUUM

 

 

My waste filters through absence

in a suffocated empty holeless self

minus reason or splash.

I am unfashioned

unreplete

inside airwaves that circle and do not refresh.

 

I’d like breadth and depth and light

with motion and meetings

more than words

more than greetings

more than unheard thinkings

or an undefined wonderless nothing.

 

What are you looking for?