Face down
In a room of all white
The sheets are white
The drapes are white
The walls are white
Even the chandelier is white
Except for the bulbs
Those are clear
And the floor is the color of wood
It’s quiet as can be
All that happens is a car drives by outside
The door to the bedroom is open
If I lean up in bed
I can see the shadow of the dining room table
It’s simple
Simple as it can be right now
The simplicity of white
The simplicity of the night
All the details are washed out
Either by darkness
Or monochromicity
Or silence
A creak in the wall
Is the first sound I’ve heard
Other than the occasional car
I could go on and on like this
Even about nothingness
Probably forever
Combining the same words
In different orders
And even the orders
Would eventually become the same
There’s something to that
Even if I wrote it all
And you read it all
You wouldn’t remember
This life isn’t about the words
There’s something just behind them
There’s a meaning
But it’s not the dictionary definitions
It’s more meaning than that
It’s the meanest meaning
It’s the silent white room at night
It’s the singularity of all words
Sucked into a black hole
At any moment
It is what it is
And that’s not too complicated
It just is what it is
And the words try to get at that
But the more we write
The more we read
The farther away we get
It just is
Right here
For me now
And the writing is just a dance around it
It’s really the sheet against my cheek
And the static sound of silence
And there I go again
With the words
It just is
As it is
For me
Here now
As it is
For you
Wherever you are
Reading this
And that’s it
That’s all of it
May 08, 2022 at 08:26PM