Why I Am Not a Language Poet

The error in the world
is of no real
consequence
Though reverse engineering
always follows
our debates

But all of that is all
an excuse
for us to talk,
A way to spend
the silence
occupied.

This world of good
intentions
needs badly
Dark surroundings
to find recoil -
a place for us

Within it all
and yet
outside,
Dissolved but
never
disappearing.

A joyful clash
this
separation,
That brings a thirst
to join
the current,

A hunger for knowing
what others
can't contain,
For finding
the absence we are
feeling

In others -
we call that
beauty,
And lean in,
the friction is
seen as fire.