All the little movements seem to flow together
until unstoppable they break through the wall...
Measured and still at the edge of a last moment
in a millenium passing monstrous over heaven
a beast that cannot feel the world beneath its feet...
Yesterday I watched the world become storm-weathered
bent but not broken beneath the weight of a painted sky
the white glare across space and time...
Waking from a journey through strange light
The leering faces vivid in memory
And the weight of that shadow still pressed against her...
In the winter there came knocking at my door
A voiceless fiend that would only point upward
To a ceiling veined with wood rot and rusted nails...
Nothing as quiet as the moment after the fireworks stop
No darkness as absolute as that which fills the space where light was.
The voice that calls out across the field
Calls out in beckoning, come ever closer
With fists clenched hidden at its sides
And the breath of waiting for this moment thick in its mouth...
I walk always the line between here and there
Two worlds spilling in and out of one another
Lights sparking into darkness and waves that lull me further away...
Little one at the edge of Moon Lake
Eyes cast upon the surface
Hand grasping at wisps of fog
That roll translucent out of the dark waters
Why are you hiding down there?There’s nothing out here that will hurt youNothing to be afraid of.I see you breathingIt’s the only reason I noticed youThe soft rising of your chestOr is that your back?I really cannot tell.Now I see you movingComing slowly out into the light.Please go back.I did not realize— You weren’t hiding… Continue reading Hiding