Quiet is the only resource
and it is louder now than an hour ago

We’re assured the sun and moon will keep trading the sky
but our notarization has been devalued with no receipt

And love, music, politic, friendship
are distractions of ecstatic meaning
lighting a sky
darkened by desire and fear
but as each letter follows another
the meaning and
meaning and

begin…to float…

Cathartic mazes
are further complicated by
faulty rules and tenuous borders of physics
Death, the time-bomb that ticks in a foreign language
with every pulse
Inching closer and closer to the plight that marches in front of our every trajectory
The time
when one has no answers
no reward
for day and day and day again of arduous contemplation
so ridiculously void of headway
and no more time in which to ponder these matters
The foreign digits are shrinking
as am I
And what was once small is now cozy
what was once a source of great fear
is now a source of destination

emptiness is form
and as my lips form the words
that so formed me
I, too, am soon gone.

1 comment:

riley's mom said...

jesus, you make my heart hurt. you are so amazing.