It is dark as radar here,
with nothing more than a sense of where we are,
and this rattling breath in the ribcage a worry.
Silence is the main thing.
I could make a graph of it, chart the spaces in between.
It is just the nature of things
that makes us question whether or not we are lost,
that makes us choke on the thought
that it really is as empty as it seems,
and we are its children.

After George Oppen and Robert Kelly