Without

Can I capture a black hole

before that which it has swallowed?

 

Can I capture nothing

before having the world between my teeth?

 

And if I have not done so, 

why must I feel this absence?

 

I thought we only knew a word

by its antonym–

 

only know darkness for the light,

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Yet I feel this loneliness

without knowing the kinder twin. 

 

Would I be so bold to name it love?

No. 

 

Rather, laughter, or comfort, or you.