i can't.
and thieves can't;
and i cant,
but it doesn't make art if it never gets clear
or never gets thicker.
no matter which way it wobbles,
it must end at a point,
it must speak something;
or be so quiet
that you know
nothing's there.
it can't wax incoherent.
it can't buzz and drone formlessly
because that's exactly what is already.
it can't be unmoved, unshaped, undisturbed.
it can't be so subtle
that you know nothing's there
it can't
i cant
