When We Are Lost

    ells?

    Not nothing

    Is not blank. It is configured hell:

    Of noticed clocks on er afternoons, malignant stars,

    Demanding furniture. All unrelated

    And ween.

    terror. Is it of Space, of time?

    Or trickery of botions?

    to t, transfixed among ted ruins,

    All t is non-air (if t deception)

    Is agony immobilized. ime,

    t, runs screaming round the world.