In the midst of the silence
On the top of the hour
At the end of the sentence
With a pinch of irony
From the corner of the land
Into the center of my anger
Without any scruples
Under blankets of protection
Outside the realm of my safe spot
Near the unanswerable questions
Over layers of damaged goods
Behind the cover of darkness
Between forces past and present
Following many fingers typing
Around fountains of evasiveness
Before thought can be of service
After words become enigma
Beneath rubbles of constructed peace
Against most odds, oddly enough
…. There you are
King of all prepositions
Never repeating a word
Never forgetting a sentence
Never answering questions
But not saying never… just not saying anything at all
