Finding that your words are missing           did you rip them out?   Finding my own words are now missing         will they come back? Shards of acuity gone the ability to write bereft The austere void now present and my hand  …

  . Once in a hall of summer on a sticky floor rolling roaring with laughter and beaming smiles shouting into air as air . Climbing all those steps knocking at the stones front door “it’s only me, let me come in”   Carpeted floors in hallways the corners inhabited…