Blankness

This blankness, often dizzying background,

Is never the absence of all the stuff desired

Which would be easier.

It's hill start pressure, plump with anticipation.

What happened then? What didn't?

The layers of the record are weathered away

Until a backbeat warms the harshest vocal,

The same word ringing out forever.

And we didn't see it coming. There was nothing to see.