If we are not stunned
into only strained words
by the immensity of it,

what really do we have
to pontificate about?

We may call life
what we will.
Ponzi scheme.
Set-up. Scam.
Or eternity.


Won’t you be
stunned with me?
Won’t you say

the nada that
sums it all? Or
will you fill the

interstices in
the spray paint of
seeing only a

blank? Hearing
only echo? No.
Run some images

with me. Let’s
talk about it
in words as new

as we might
imagine. Let’s
fill some silences

for a while.