Blank Lack

Stare in the blank.
What’s it tell you?
It tells you what
You filled it with.

The rest is blank.
When the pumps pause,
You can hear things,
But you can’t breathe.

You pare the skin
From the round world’s
Hum, thump, and click,
And you find what?

There is no blank.
There’s lack of us,
Which is a world,
A world you lack.