TuesNothing-EscapeDay

here in this nothing-escape: all there is is size, area, a long rod of brass and that feeling you get before words come. no - forget it. here in the nothing escape is a hallway: not too long but long enough that you can't see the end, so you have to imagine the end. until you realize the end is something like an end, so imagining is replaced by memory. no - this won't do either. here, in the nothing-escape, are words: scraps of air and day. a bit of woman here; bit of regret there; a hope a vision a sound. all day's cuts molded to letters forming words begging all that happened to say Yes, the words are right, it actually happened as they say, just before what actually happened alights through what is happening now and then out into the what will happen, through yet another nothing-escape