Every day is practice
for a play that never comes

living with the presence
of without

not only the glow
of life within these cells

but the strange absence
that fills the air

causing ripples
as in the knowledge

that your face is
already known before

even you were born
that what brings you

out into the solid air
is the same breath

you take as it
evaporates to empty

nothingness is
only a concept

the body lives
ever and always

though different shapes
and remembrances

through us the same