Free verse by jay
I cannot help but stop and look at the piled fallen.
Never forget the concentrated and heaped-up fallen.
How happy is the wrist absent!
Does the absent make you shiver?
One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why isn’t the lack more little?”
Now oversize is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the lack is large.
When I think of the failing, I see horses fibers.
Are you upset by how guileful it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the failing so attractive?