All the times that we have spent
amount the nothing that we've met.
We're conversing conversations on nothing and we're
hopelessly anticipating in our wetime something.
And we're discovering now our dreadful endurances
through awkward silences and bleak occurrences,
and realizing just how distant we really are
without saying it, knowing it, exposing it--how sub-par.
Sub-par, per se, per moment, per word;
we evaluate ourselves in our selves seen absurd
and come to see in so many angles and lights
just where we stand between angels and nights.