Somebody tried to hold a word

Living to be sure  

Far from a blank page

Detached from an outcome  

It's like you are trying to disappear  

And it's not working  

Scarcity/simplicity moving in tandem  

Seeing it all vibrate toward nothingness  

Every crown dissolved momentarily  

Portion control then it's over

Too much thought playing with shadows

Every taste provides a texture of a new home

Whatever is left to hold onto  

To service the thought until it sinks in

And makes this posture perfect