Mom, mum or me
Uni, psychology and less of the more
Uncles and fathers and sisters and brothers, no aunts — inauspicious women
Poetry and a lot of emptiness
Inundation, water and light but fear and a murky green too
Community psychology, biopsychology, cognitive psychology, developmental psychology
One to write — wishing for more but shrugs are okay
Tapping fingers and a clicking pen — I swear no thought
I swear literally, nothing
Patience and grace
Grapple and struggle and hope and strength and
Death and Afterdeath;
and Faith and Firmament but Fear and Faults,
Facile frilly false faults,
erroneous bad unheeded faults
No thoughts, no punctuation — bad syntax and a toothbrush
Let me remain distracted until the nothingness subsides
Let me inhale then exhale not too quickly until I can quit being this farcical bungler
Words and words
Is walking a word? Is waving an arm a word?
I think moving things are words — still things are liars
Still things are Liars.
endnote: I don’t know what this is. Sorry.