Shades Of Of

If I could mark the blank of this moment
with enough ink to make it nothing,
all would be as complete as it can't resist being.
But here I am
sitting in on subtle shades of of,
trying to lean in and out of the blood
when I could just listen
to the rain of music falling upon me,
as I am.

A dog is chained to its house.

We can't close our ears.
Not for any reason,
and that makes it reason.



by jerry gordon