IN RESPONSE TO A SCENE WHERE A YOUNG WOMAN WAS ASKED TO DESCRIBE HERSELF

Empty

Like a stunt ready to unravel

Like a starless colorless non-existent sky

Bare like bald spots on a pretty head

Big round eyes

Sudden realization

Who are you?

Who am I?

She halts, lips apart, then slammed

Stuck in time’s atom

Interrogator waits

Surely it can’t be this hard?

Wisdom permeated the air timelessly

Right words at the right time

Stemmed from space’s space?

Empty like a drum with no sound

Beat hard, then pound

Echoes ring but of muddled cries

Attempting to escape from an oversaturated spirit

The spirit has no name

Just false representations borrowed from others

The self has no self

It never was, the mind

What is left is a child passed two scores

Reduced to ground zero

And forced to start over

But where?

But how?