I’m a mask, a vacant
box, a see-through glass, a journey that
leads back to the beginning. I hold no hidden
caves, no mystery tales, no surprising
adventures. I’m common knowledge.
I’m a book missing
a story, a poem
on a blank page, music without
a song, a flower that lost its petals, an ocean
where no fish swim. I’m a broken
and an echo lacking a voice. I’m letters,
maybe words, but never a sentence; an ending,
without a beginning.