Empty, as instruction, description, doctrine

When one asks one
where to start
there is an empty
shelf on which to
look. Self, is what
I meant. A mess,
sent to deliver an
anonymous cold
to an anonymous
fold. Sweep sweat
off of the rug. Do 
not worry about the
grains of hand that 
went into these 
fibers. That would be
unnecessary. Let the
flutter flip over the 
sides of this line-ending
article. And become one 
wind too many for the 
binding agent that went
into these chemicals. Pestilence
will preside over time the way
accidents provide space
with its crimes.