(February 2023. Written in San Francisco, a solo poem on the daopoetry app. Lacuna is one of my favorite words.)
) lacuna (
from the edge of my fear falls laughter
the person i want to be severs
the umbilical cord i imagine i am
the inverse of a heartbeat lives
a pumping vacuum, the art of absence
presents a lacuna as lens of
light looking onto observer
you are what is not discovering
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 