Dirtying the Shirt

Coffee stains my white sweatshirt.
I need this to be 
dirtier. 
There is no
caffeine. Mostly none.
It was removed.
I will not remove
these brown dots
these ellipses
that tell me to wait
and I shall be
frayed
and darkened.
And beyond these dichotomies
there is a true conversation
in which all the possibilities
erase themselves
and cease to debase
the shelves of projection.
If you do not know
what that means,
I know 
your scene
will be infinite,
as time is a gap
that is never filled in.