Tense/Pretense

When you read between the letters
To find empty space
You look inside
See the vacuum of your eyes
The ones cast outward
When they should be strong
Focused clingingly to self
So you don't lose track
Of the sound
That is you

Too often
We look beyond
For yearning voices
Trip into them
Lift the air in the chest
And rest never comes
If you don't stop thinking for a while
That moment before sleep
Your conscience claws at
The instant between him and you
Between eyelids
And darkness