Rumination First thing, I put your letters Beneath my floor. I sat above them in the lotus position. I tried to replace your space With nothingness Sat in silence, My brain ticking back like a broken clock, Saying here it is, here is your nothing But it never it was. I ruminated on you and nothingness The broken door you'd wedged Open in my mind Broke loose with old disputes. When i stopped for lunch I couldn't move my legs.