SPACE
(for
Tenzin Gyatso)
Between words an old-time printer put
not nothing but a piece of type
that would work with words by saying nothing;
ems, ens, mutton quads, and combinations
marked off words as they edged toward thought.
Thought will fill any space like water is said to;
its words go anywhere they are not held out of, and even
there.
Those little bits of type or today’s digital equals
show what thought is not that it could not do without
between the words that keep flowing in.
As the grasp of thought expands, always
some light or maybe some dark shows thru yet—
filling
in for the nothing we give no thought to.
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