last night
when it began
and ended
there was no
word
either to serve
as lock
or can opener
it is all substance
meat and
sauce
nothing about a slice
of assurance
or emotion or perhaps
it was all
dark emotions lacking
the light
when the morning
comes
i am resurrected
and i told you to
begin again
by frying an egg
toasting bread
and brew the coffee.
at breakfast time
there is nothing that
we can talk about
neither meat nor sauce.
i told you to go
back to work and quit
trying to find
some words.
for they cannot heal
and cannot give
birth for what is
thought of as
conceivable.
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