I see your face staring out at me
A flat form
Immovable blocks of color
Tiny electric squares
That somehow stir the liquid
Life in your eyes
And I have no words to say
No feeling but a blank
A blank, but fulfilled
For not all cravings must be
Satisfied
Empty space can be complete
Without being
Filled
There is peace in static
Of conversations not ventured
I look at your block face
Liquid life
And am blank, fulfilled
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