of the page, the space
between images, thoughts.
Always, the place where
nothing exists,
as if nothing can be said
to exist, or where the truth
lies,
were that possible.
It's the absence that counts
most.
Like my daughter moving out
and when
she comes back home, returns
to her old bed, it's as a
guest.
ⓒ 2014
ⓒ 2014
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