Strong Verbs Are Just Better

It intrigues me, this making
by taking away.
A bare space, which draws
meanings only

Where something has dropped.
An undulation uncovered
as slivers slide, filed, chiselled
fast, hard to the floor.

The block of rock rounds
down revealing
A mutual devotion between
sculptor and form


***

I am not a reductionist.
I place things together.

***

These are my thoughts;
as I watch, limply,
As fists of frustration
beat in your chest

I cannot replace that which
you have taken away
I am passive, I remain, me, as
I was when you started

As you hold these inhibitions,
attempt to collect pieces
Sweep more of unwanted discoveries
into dark silent corners

A study for dust mites, detectives
and small eyed archivists.
Fragmented, in this world which
demands things finished

I wonder, as you grasp
at this air around you
What certainties you find
in the palm of your hand.