Fillers, place-keepers, words
indicating being are said
to be weak.   They are, like
my stories, actionless.
Is? In no time the restless
clock, the pelagic heart yearn
toward ... Is ... is  what?  Or soul?
What?  A light ethereal
integument surrounding the body.  Dark
surmise.  One cannot make
love to it.  There are?
It is?  What?  Where?
Waves?  Raining?  We are not here.