“We could go up to the top of the hill,
and restructure our entrance,
do away
with the contradiction of being
nowhere but here,
the assumed proportion of a presence
that will always escape,
of being nowhere
but near
the presumed indifference
that solicits our wakefulness.
Day begins
its indiscreet translation
once again,
flowing through the pearl white of loss,
or the indelible deep blue
of fractured words.
Remove emptiness.
Replace nothing.”