The Nothing

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I need voice.
 
Chorus, please relieve these words
of whatever role they were meant to perform
and distract them with some chocolate.
 
A voice
searches for a tragicomic monologue
in a plateau of mimetic psychodrama.
 
Missed buses and abandoned strip malls
are further unexplained
through the efforts of another confused writer.
 
            the nothing
            I want to tell you about
            the you
            I want to express everything about
            nothing to
 
I need voice.
 
The white howl of a small town
is heard until it is felt,
until it is the texture of mute struggles,
until it is a disposition nearing diagnosis.
 
The Printing Press of All-Things
should take the pains of footnoting each speck
that comprises each speck            
so I can be even less sure
of what, of who, of why.
 
Voice.