absent

Under the fresh-combed sky
She kicks past curiosity
Between her empty hands
Doubt becomes diseased.
Breeze confronts the breeze.

Absence of needing
Absence of want
Knots every fantasy
Twists every plot
She looks through the keyhole
Stands on the cusp
Every sign is
Ubiquitous.

Under the mouth-washed sky
Oh, her heartstrings pull her
Between the traps of knowledge
Like a puppet in a theatre
Birds circle above her.

Under the starstruck sky
Cities manufacture fog
Between the coffee shops and bars
Smokers dialogue
Nothing’s ever wrong.

Absence of later
Absence of now
Never lost and
Never found
Adamant billboards
Sing adequate songs
Here are the answers
To keep her calm.

Absence of needing
Absence of want
Under the fallen sky
Absence of plot.

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