What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
Never is
it nothing.
Emptiness
takes on a shape.
Malignant depth
bereft of benevolence,
sensuously
insensitive,
it fills the space
it is allowed.
A void.
A voice,
as easily
as it is given,
it can be
taken away.
Within its ambiguity
there may be hope.
04/08/2021 j.g.l.