The Depths

The Depths

How can a crevice be so unremarkable?

Your vacant stare

               of non-acknowledgement,

               author of a frown.

What has meaning

in a void?

Should any caring ensue,

               entwined among

      disassociative strata

                    of cumulative

               disconnectedness?

Here I am at the bottom,

     near invisible.

A gash in the chasm.

Did you want to see the real me?