spent the day lost in space

not outer space

although that sounds like a nice reprieve

lost in the space between words

the microscopic moments of words not said

the fragmentary divide that hangs like shrapnel from the bullets unfired

far off of the spectrum

beyond ultraviolet

nearly ultraviolent

quaking and questioning quantum irregularities

stroking the after images

relishing the silent surrender

unfocusing to make the hidden picture radiate

fondling the garish sentimentality of fine tuned disharmonics

straddling the thin line between wasted movement and sitting perfectly still

vibrating, vanquishing, vandalizing, vaporizing, vanishing, banishing, varnish, tarnish, tranquil turbulence, traumatizing terrific tantrums to tremendous turns of troubling truth

pulling out the gears until the machine sputters to a halt and then screaming wordlessly at god for breaking the thing

spent a lot of time in space

too much

haunting the space between right and wrong

the microscopic indecency

improper spacing spells spectacular subterfuge

too much space

not enough meaning