Here

here
on the glassy brink,
the ambivalent dusk
emptying the pockets
of my mouldering soul,
on an oblique plane,
the senseless shatter,
the unseemly splatter,
of a tightly bottled past;

here
as the low light gargles
in the mindless river,
submitting to the water,
the hollow core
keeps me afloat,
the weightlessness ringing
like a decelerated symphony
inside my darkening ears;

here
when the universe wakes
in the softness of night,
abstractions peel away
one by one, ย from the penitent sky,
just this one rhythm
of an unchained vacuum,
swimming on its back
into its chrysalis;

here
a lifetime still strewn
on the sun washed bank,
I salvage the pieces,
without voices,
without eyes,
pockets weighed down
with soft-edged anonymity,
unsettled droplets
stretching down naked ankles
into the waiting grave of the earth.

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38 thoughts on “Here

    1. Yeah..then you merge into one, until neither one is left, just the eerie voice and its echo ๐Ÿ™‚ Seriously though- was working on the “letting go and being reborn” angle but think it turned out all dark…

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  1. I love the opening:
    “here
    on the glassy brink,
    the ambivalent dusk”

    And these:

    “the senseless shatter,
    the unseemly splatter,”

    “pockets weighed down
    with soft-edged anonymity,
    unsettled droplets
    stretching down naked ankles
    into the waiting grave of the earth.”

    Fantastic ending.

    Like

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