eating the vacancy chills and does not fill, it nullifies and larges gorging on your heart, well-broken - beating still eating the vacancy galls and hurts like a too-rich meal, sits grinning in the middle of your skull, the brain pain growing eating the vacancy is non-existence in the midst of life, makes all you do pale, reels and rife, it staggers and vainly patches past: the more-loved gonenext poem