To Name a Thing

Each of us, will move to name a thing 
before or as it comes and is gone again.

In that moment we are here by proof 
of exchange only 
in the memory of having so been named 
as not. 

while all of language rushes by
 
Am I the only word that waits, 
unspoken.

absenceanxietydepressionfuturehighfree verse

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