How the world empties me
Thoughts, digging as ants do
Where the new and unseen travel,
Undisturbed by the drying light of everything left said
In habit, comfort, and politeness.
To trap them in jars of words,
Glow in poetry like the light of fireflies.
Rhythmic motion cradles my eyes,
So aching for comatose in a restless present,
Crawling my body together
Fetal and safe inside this womb I call my world.

How I am serenaded by the living stillness,
The singing darkness of the soft blue,
By distant choirs composing the song,
Dancing mind stutters of consciousness,
While I ***** for the expressions that assure you, laconic,
Of how utterly enchanted and childlike comes the how.
And the song man groans
His rasping, alcohol-torn voice
Drags a dancing lyric behind my stool
To accompany my pains and joys.

How the world turns its hues
How the light of darkness touches the world
Of all the immaculate and disturbing sublime.
How often I am lonely
How often I am alone
Only because the world is always a new and comforting stranger.
How the world is left to dreamers
I am left
How ready to let things end.
How focused to one act,
How to abandon temporal reality.
Singing singularity
The stillness so hypnotic and happy,
How that I am I,

I, like

God
saying “Hello” to Adam

For the very first time.