In the middle of my house
a clock strikes one
(it does?)
to no one.
Vibrations lunge
(do they?)
at chairs and sleeping
canapés.
Why does the world
bother to be
without me?
At two,
a shift in dust
proves a vibration
was, and must.
Or did dust shift
to rendez-vous
with my two eyes
at two?
Why does the world
bother to be
without me?
Stars drumming
ten billion years,
and not even
a pair of ears?
[A canapé is a sofa.]