The ninth of a series of twelve, originally published in the anthology Terra Firma in 2004, with a reappearance on this blog in 2014.
Having no body to feed, the framework
claims a separate view, that of
passage, as in a delicate
vein, or sound trembling across the pond,
a languid flow so casual as to dissipate
unnoticed. The newest hour
replaces the last and so forth, leaving
the space unfilled, a house, roofless,
rain, desperate without water.
The incomplete, the structure of the void.