[Gallagher]

Think

sometimes
I think


I think without thought, without word, without voice
a shiver that tenses
a breath that coincides

sometimes I think and I don't know it, I don't know anything, I don't
know
me
a thought that would frighten
rattle
disquiet
a throne to be dishonored as moss grows silently
silently in the night

it feels
stiff
soft and warm, little things, little words, little thoughts
little little
gathering little
to unwind here
where it
is

I
think
and the thoughts leave
vomit upon the pavement as I walk past
never there, never mattered, don't look
don't
speak

I think
there's nothing

everything is


calm