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
MayPoWriMo 10
