Symbols of Nothing Together

Unpublished pieces

There's some kind of strange 
liquid that seeps 
from the thirst 
of the dead. 

I've yet to find it 

Seeking everywhere, 
even beneath the 
teachings of the 
Church, for that 
elusive stretch of 
the imagination. 

I can beg for respect, 
or I can dangle 
a perspective in 
front of the crowds 
of gathered souls. 

Telling them the secrets of dying. 

We can have those secrets in common. 

Yellowing paper catching fire. 
Burning itself away. 
We can do that too 
symbols of nothing together. 

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