In the Wake of Nowhere

Relief

As dark as morning, summer dew, winter sun.

A final birth, to live in death,

In cold fluorescence,

Dancing in embers,

Caustic as fresh lovers,

The warmth of heaven's flesh.

Fold forever, patterns and stirring,

Galloping twists and steel, brisk touch.

One gives chase too soon;

It is sick, it is happy,

It flowers without petals,

It is numb, numb, numb.

…

Fields of chambers turning inwards,

Sinking to profound depths of mourning.

Please save me from mine;

Claw me in inches,

Skin dust scattered and somewhere,

Swim in a crowd of no body and heart.

No one is everywhere.

Drowning in...              …forgotten.

A silent humming.

Simmer and cool, cycles and cycles;

Is it alive?

We cannot tell

We cannot tell

We cannot tell

We cannot tell

We cannot tell

We cannot tell.