Note the breadth

thud, thud, thud
the note pound my senses.
it reads, thinking felt.
the spaces between
reach towards one another
only to have their grasp
thwarted upon reflection.
pronounced initials
of first impressions,
whose brevity transfigures
misinterpretation,
decays under analysis.
living contrition assumed
when death is.

It is, maybe, or is it?

no?
not this one…
one,
two,
three,
not it.
if it
was,
it will
be.
you know…
no?

Translated self

i am a translation.
interpreted through situation,
what i am or
what i can be,
read accordingly
by another.

What does this mean?

the words i use
mean what you will
and what i think.
what do they mean?