Out on the porch while the neighbors kid practices violin. Can't focus of course but the last thing that I want is Silence, your voice in my head Narrating the book that you lent to me. Now I'm biking to work in the late afternoon feeling empty Filling the cup, as it's emptied out. Building it up, just to be let down Why watch a cup being filled drip by drip, incremental? Or empty it out, watch it nakedly steep in potential? Is that what you meant when you Said you can't start something infinite? If it has a beginning then there always will be an end to it. Building it up, just to be let down. You were part of the club, but it's over now. Left the check blank, now you're cashing out. You were part of the club, but it's over now