There is nothing I have to show you,
To impress, nor to make things new,
Minimalist negation, the silence of hooves,
Pounding, a parade of ghosts, a mental procession,
I broke my back dancing to the edge of the world, babe,
I don’t want to see anything, nor meet anyone,
No refined dinners. No concerts or shows.
No personalities. No global celebrities.
No worldly entertainment. No. No. No.
Repudiation providing a path, detachment, abrogation,
I fell, bruised knees, countless times bumbling,
Meditating, I tried to frame what I saw,
With my fingers forming, no shape nor despair,
Theological virtues: faith, hope, and love,
Cascading, an image of the saint I was not,
Fearfully reciting, surpassing unspoken words, usurping,
Nervous, left to recesses lacking imagination, a multitude of voids,
A bridge forming, built upon breaths, leading away,
Waves coming and going, an undercurrent dispatching to the deep,
Abandonment, disconnected, blocked,  concrete walls dissolving,
What’s that? You can’t hear my whisper?
I can’t speak up, the blinding light,
Darkness enveloping, too much light, I can’t see,
Saturation, a blending, all things converging into rejection,
NO! I will sit still. Aware. I will be still.
Doing nothing, nothing to be done.
Here I am! Allowing, immovable for now,
Answering the quiet, the repeating undefined questions,
I am numb. I am dumb.
Everyone else is clever. I don’t mind,
The shop unattended, motionless,
Within, the mobile spins to its collision.
A life, an identity, a beginning, an end,