We had everything
but in a different abundance.
A whole that was not a full,
not a big one, not even a whole –
It was a fluorescent whole
like those flying bars they sell at night.
Because we also had time
but we were scarcely touched by clocks’ seconds.
It was a time that rhymed with the word –
an interesting time that did not interest him
it was a very specific fear,
the one amongst the noises,
aware that everything would happen
it would pass, far more terrible than death,
much more painless than oblivion.