Yonder.
Anything cancels everything out.
If each point is a singularity, thrusting all else
aside for good, good takes the form
of a throng of empty chairs or its ants swarming a bone.
I'm afraid I don't love my mother who's
dead, though I once--
What does once mean?--
did love her.
So who meet me over yonder?
I don't recognize the place names,
or I do but they come from televised wars.