it's hard to say

You thought it was deafening or it was deaf?  That the impulse was shorted?  Far from it.  It was just a little space between the books and now it's gone.  If you look you won't see it.  The distinction has vanished.  The webs are now empty.  Only the silence remains.  The shadow of sounds.  Was that your message?  I must have dozed off.  I heard a noise, but the information was missing.  The light had no color and the water was cold.  What else can I do?  The washer is broken.  The sun isn't shining.  I hear you knocking, but you can't come in.  You never wipe your feet.

Copyright 1999 Oxbow LeBach