we proceed from empty wine glasses to decanters
an excess of neither optimism nor pessimism
but a promise that demands
for the glass to be empty
that our sounds reverberate inside its curves
that our encounters fossilize on its lips.

not an empty promise, but a promise of emptiness;
the declaration of god’s nothingness at dusk;
the cycles of the moon
the unfaltering response when the tide rises and falls
in kind
covering, then unveiling and leaving
a simple, silky sweep of sand
on wasted riverbanks

this is how we proceed
to appear always absent by having been
and always promising to be again.



Source: Untitled - Johnny Semaan

Source: Untitled – Johnny Semaan

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