Implode

Is this what happens
When I implode silently-
Inwardly,
Surrounded by a
Void.

Void
Of any
Struggles, of any
Battles;

All Unseen.

Amidst the Flurry of the Unfamiliar

Amidst the flurry of the Unfamiliar,

fingers trace the outlines of the arbitrary edges.

The jagged peaks draw pain from the finger pricks

But alas,

there is comfort in the smooth waves.

Fingers settle into the rhythm

that arises from the formation of a habitual pulse;

Amidst the flurry of the Unfamiliar.

Together

To be
bound and rooted, that extra
sense of belonging you don't possess, clawing
at what you do not have.

To be
Together.

Home

That wrought iron fortress
sits at the peak of an eternal
mountain.
Its gates, they seem to admit
all those ahead of you, even
as you abandon your heart's attachments.

Your limbs, they have separated
from your body;
you are floating.
Your skin porous, the Will
ebbing slowly away.

*

Turn those sad eyes

away from the sky. That sky

is within you - That wrought iron fortress

is within you.

Unwind that cord.

Shape the solid ground only enough

for your own feet. Only enough to build

your own home.

Water and War

In the middle of this war (that,

in reality, is without

battles) - I

look over my shoulder to find

water

glistening in the light of

dawn.

The water calls out

to me,

beckoning me over, but

it contains not a single

soul. The water,

it flows - Flowing,

in constant motion;

the undercurrent stays forever

hidden - a separate entity from my

being. My desires to be

accompanied in this

deluge will be forsaken for

the sunlight in the horizon.

My eyes, they

strain for a glimpse of

a promise that can and

will follow me into the

future.