Maybe, tikkun olam:
t o f i x t h e w o r l d
w e s h o u l d fix ea ch ot he r;
pick ing up ea ch oth er’s
piec es and
fit ting th em ba ck to get her.
that our bro ken ness makes us beau ti ful
to tho se who h ave seen bro ken ness;
th at we share beau ty in how we fil led
o ur cra cks and corner s.
Evanescence has its uses: evading small, insignificant words, tossed around by force of habit rather than any intention to exchange; fading into doors and windows when agoraphobia sets in; floating in and out of objects, animals, people, as desired (desire is the most inappropriate term at this point); silence is a precious time that allows one’s inner voices to discuss–or debate–in peace.
It’s a significant trade, of course: there’s that particular advantage (addiction?) to having eyes focus on instead of past; of words–even one’s own voice–echoing inside instead of drifting in a straight line, form thought, form love, regurgitated and partaken; meaning full, instead of meaning less.
It would be nice to be solid (matter) every once in a while.