the light left.

interiority ever on the verge of speech. the silent look of the possible. that stays ever after in the thought of speech. anticipation of what words might bring.

barely did we begin to tell our story
than we suffocated. to ourselves the story we had to tell
began to seem unimaginable.

there was an outside,
a form of radical indigence,
a quasi-biological limit, 
as antelme phrased it,
resistant to all possible power,
which interrupted or suspended 
the possibility of history, not least
because it was irreducible
to the history of possibility.

presence as proof
of the promise of a future chance
of speaking or refusing
to speak.