I want it all,
I want nothing.
Expect nothing,
Need nothing.

A million mile distance
between this place and that,
& I am here
cornered in the middle.

It would all be so easy
but even easy is hard.
To lavish in simple indulgences
lessening the value of somber expressions.

Abysmal this nothingness.
These words thrown loosely together
like a collage of dried leaves on a mantel piece.