I have a want

I have the want 

for contentless rage 

packed in wall to wall vast,

for lip service 

that only provides 

a grandness of verbal feasts, 

for an eternal embrace 

that vacates of itself

to be in the constancy of the other,

for a warmth 

that leaves its thermal state

to become an emotional presence 

given to others,

for a union 

that demystifies its sense 

that separateness ever existed,

for a peacefulness 

that has no self audience

of ascertainment,

for an isness

that is the all of being

before being became manifest,

and for the essence of verbiage

before the encapsulation of language

and its subsequent harassment 

of meaning . . .