(what people mean when they talk of wordiness)

you'll be back full and replenished
and i'll be smaller than a poppy seed
(funny how translation never works)
with and quite without
like the christmas light across the street
glittering in my window but not mine.

you'll slip into yourself, routinely
and i'll recognize myself in the absence
(i'm good with the negatives)
to have and have not
like the fluff of the world
behind the closed eyes.

and then one indistinguishable day
all the unwords will crawl across the nothingness in between
(just empty words really)
me and you
and the world will be richer
for a perfect, most exquisite, and irrevocably beautiful

open fracture of a soul.