this year, to save me from tears,

sitting in the Dark.
nothing but the artificial glow of my laptop keeps me
from merging with the erased (hiddenonlyhidden)
nothing but these words keep me
from succumbing to the oblivion of my mind
nothing but the slightness of faith in the concealed keeps me
from the devastating absence of answers


every insignificant thing holds me dear, i hold dear,
whether the shapes i detect be 'real' or 'imagined',
for the adjustment of sight is limited
and i cannot simply wait for that supreme something
(and it keeps me from nothing?)