in the dream i had last night, a person died.
there was no story, nor blood, nor grief, nor body
but there was a death.
a vague loss.
the vagueness consumes me
but i don’t resist the unknown, i revel
in absence and the cold air and smell of ink
and the infinite dark
or light. i don’t know
why i am comforted by the thought of
nothing but the thought of death