When We Are Lost
ells?
Not nothing
Is not blank. It is configured hell:
Of noticed clocks on er afternoons, malignant stars,
Demanding furniture. All unrelated
And ween.
terror. Is it of Space, of time?
Or trickery of botions?
to t, transfixed among ted ruins,
All t is non-air (if t deception)
Is agony immobilized. ime,
t, runs screaming round the world.