to matter, to matter not

i am a dot

indivisible

invisible

to your naked eye

here now

there then

here and there

now and then

i am a shape

manipulable

malleable

before your eyes

at your disposal

here now

here then

as you left me

found again

Unedited

i do not know my poems

they just become what they want

this moment glad

that moment scared

this moment naked

that moment clad

words keep adding

falling like raindrops

till the make a puddle

maybe there was a ditch before

maybe they forged one

like right now

words think

they should end

Sleight of Hand

Space lost in form, silence in sound

The magician plays his trick

shepherds the gaze toward the empty fist

while hides away in the hand unseen

Truth to be magically found