The Call of Denial
Nothing
can be its own explanation
Nothing
can leave itself
Nothing
can give dimension to time
Nothing
unsaid is spelt
Nothing
is nothing till something becomes
Nothing
a word unatoned
Nothing
that last page of unwritten rhyme
Nothing
—a temptress unknown
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
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