or 0, emptinesslike the stars in the distance—placeholder the other side or 0, the shell of the circlewashed onto the sandwho plays no ocean songwhen conjoined to the ear or 0, the ring without it’sfinger, waiting to be filledwith the act—matrimony or 0, the racetrackwhere decisions orbitthe cavern, the centerpieceof grass like kidsspinning dreidels or 0, the glue,the seamstress of the industrial,and .com boom—we crowd around you,spell out our lonelinessin google search bars …