I am the underbelly –
the inside of nothing: unfixed, undefined
not to be touched, done to, undone
nor enough included to be cast aside.
I am after the last thought
beyond the undiscovered isle behind dying eyes
beneath a broken tongue which may not speak
in the well of deep behind angry teeth.
I am postliminary in-consequence
dangling over the lip of impossible.
Yet still, I am!