And in the void
there’s darkness
it’s nothing
there’s no up
there’s no down
there’s no now
nobody’s there
nobody’s listening
there’s nobody else in the room
just you and this thing
this creature
this crow
that seems to see more than you do.
Apostles.
John
Paul
Ringo
& George.
Losing You.
Is
only oceans
pulling outward with the tide.
The Room All Filled With Sand.
Sea-swept drifts
relentless
had drifted from the shore
to fill the room
through windows
til it was a room no more.
Filling Time.
Moments musical
moments magical
moments of lost joy
moments of lost time
moments found
and moments lost again
moments of transcendence
moments without trace
elevated moments
buoyed
momentarily free, and floating
moments dropped
moments left behind
in pockets
dipped-in, and found again
moments drifting, elongating
moments dragging, under-taking
moments tinkling and a-glow
moments of darkness
moments drowned
moments harsh, that cut
moments soft, that lull
louder moments, fraught and frantic
moments calling
and the ones that pull away
moments growing in the deep
moments ending
moments rounded-out, replete.
Go.
I told you
time is what it needed
why’d you give it space as well?
Return.
once washed away
and vanished
made nothing
and reformed
Appropriate.
‘Yes, and there’s something a little Chinese about it.’
‘Yes!’
‘It says, “I’m culturally…”’
‘Exactly what I thought.’
Lung-Shrinking.
Occurs spontaneously
you won’t know it
feel it coming
it’s silent
(I promise!)
it’ll come
all at once
so don’t worry
it’s sudden
(it’s painless!)
it’s painless
it’s painless
that is
it’s quite painless
it’s painless
that is
quite painless
quite painless
until it comes on.
No Love Thrown.
though I was once the clay
and you were once the glue
this broken
ancient vessel
has fallen into two
Magical: Day One 