Forgotten corners
hideaways like the
forgotten corners of a keyboard,
the feeling of the keys
the fingers now flying
click click spacebar click
like time ticking these words away
silently
almost silent almost not there at all
these words
these poems
always in the night
always alone with the day
so what to say this day
this day
this day
this insignificant day
this most important day
silence
like a brake
like a wake
like this poem
falling falling into nothingness
I am falling falling into nothingness
from almost nothing
to
nothing
not existing at all
or there like a
stone in the river
being swept along
by the water
The water flows over me
and I am cleansed
and cold