A FRAMEWORK

At any given moment

even language, which

is not clear,

and always dissolves—

even language, which

the mind created,

and always dissolves

the boundary between

the mind (created)

and the body (now blurred);

the boundary between

what is and what is imagined

of the body—now blurs.

The way self persists through

what is and what is imagined.

The names of the things we can’t touch.

The way self persists through

mirrors, the need for white noise,

the names of the things we can’t touch—

like an echo in a stairwell.

Mirrors, the need for white noise,

the image of hands steadying this page.

Like an echo in a stairwell.

Like the stairwell itself.

The image of hands steadying this page—

a grounding, a tying together,

like the stairwell itself,

like the letters of your name.

A grounding, a tying together,

by force of habit alone,

like the letters of your name

and what is possessed there.

By force of habit alone

at any given moment;

what is possessed there

is not clear.