color-less

I tried to disappear to a fantastical world of nothingness in these poems. Is surrealism possible without the image? That is one of the impossible tasks of this work. I tried to push back presence and bring forth absence. I tried to make poetry as scene-less and image-less as possible giving space to metaphors unanchored to their images able to swim through fog absent yet present untouchable yet pushing us. I stripped each poem of its poetry and left it bare defenseless without justification struggling to be itself without dress. I tried to make a work in which the reader cannot tell if something is hidden there or if something is missing there or both. Is the absence haunted or haunting or both? A work where every poem is loss. Abstraction abstracted. Poetry that is full of spectres voices moods vanishings concepts dancing free of their empiricisms weightless weighing and unmoored.