Listings...

it is, i realize.
it is inevitably.

seeminglyallblurringtogether.
like the edges of fresh watercolor strokes.

and perhaps that's how i am, i realize
refusing to define myself, inevitably.

(in any visible manner.)

no tugging
and
from behind
no shoves, for once.

just a vast and undeniable
empty.
empty only on the days
when i cannot even be factored
into 1.your 2. list 3. of 4.priorities.