i am a black hole for words, my stellar consumption
outpacing and outreaching all communication.
i am a sneering gulf of nothingness, of stagnation,
a pit that creates nothing, says nothing, provides nothing.
i am a path for hopes, when they get lost;
for dreams, when they are abandoned; for anger and rage,
when they are spit out, verbal, projectile.
i am a way for all of these, and logic, and illogic,
to reach across the universe, to be deposited in
some smooth elsewhere.
i am a road that lets language pick its own verb,
an allowance for ideas that want to run
and jump and hobble and stumble and skip and
claw their way into other minds.
dump a sentence in, find it where it lands.