In the third set of The Vacuum Monologues, I seek to inject the liquefied shards of optimism (or something resembling it) into a color-free poem that may end abruptly, self-aware of its excessiveness, or keep growing until its verses – individually and in their correlation – become unsolvable puzzles.
| Strip Off Your Geometry |
| A Heavy-Handed Metaphor |
| Three or Nothing! |
| Unfinished Bedtime Story |
| The Temptation of Silence |
| A Reflection on Deceptive Selfhood |
| Spreading of the Glow |
| The Clouds of Wishful Thinking |
| Lose Your Head Just This Once |
| Goddess Unchained |
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