Lack Thereof

Words,
and in the spaces in between,
mines:
to be careful where you step is to
step where lines are dreamt
but soon forgotten.

Words,
and the eyes that read them,
signs:
to understand means to stand
under the post and point in
the right direction.

Words,
and where the letters meet,
bridges:
to speak is to move across
incorporeally into another's
set of teeth.

Words,
and behind the physicality,
thought:
to be or not to be and electricity
surges through neurons and
passes by me.

Words,
and what it all really means,
nothing:
to be left imbued by what is true
is to never have left love and it be
forever with you.

The Everyday Reminder

I'm no electrician
But I split wires
Like I'd do hairs -

First I rip off the cover
Then I pinch each wire
With my fingered nails
And pull
Apart
One by one
The fibres that hold them together,
That electric magnetism;
Then I grab each with a pincer
And choke the end
So that the current remaining inside dies;
Then I tear each from the collected mass,
Breaking apart the harmonium.

I repeat.

Finally, I observe the parts
All assembled for me
By my trusty hand.

Then I remember -
I was building a circuit.