POETRY

Why Hasn't Everything Already Disappeared?

Free verse after Baudrillard and Deerhunter

“Everything in life is just for a while.” (Philip K. Dick) by Robert Couse-Baker on PX Here

the new year feels like a disappearing,
the dying construct of a clock
this time, dimensionless dirty light,
an echo hollow dropped
muting the expanse
and nothing is more frightening
than erasure of the abyss —
the nothing of nothingness