space.

movement loudens
in empty space

de-familiarizing
places once filled

every movement
now thought out

every breath
known to walls

and ceiling
and floors
and crevices
                    we now take notice of.

silence seems superb  when unheard,
but when standing in for laughter,

it daunts.

draft directions for infection, holding firm voice of vastness
too much
for us
to think about,
that grasps us,
when questions quake
all the more.


the buzz
of halogen of fluorescent bulbs

let us know our answer.