There are times
Where I wish
Where I hope
I can leave
I can run
And don't look back
Don't turn around

I want to have
Another fresh start
Just so my future
can defeat the past

I'd like to be buried in a pearl.... Before Time -
Had marched  my tongue to it's grave stillness
and the whole of the air gave way
to the hole in the Sky... a more private light
giving way to a secret speech
that all withering cannot halt, for all the horses
of such darkness... just always a shrill peep
in the empty nest.

Eggshells and null.

If I had my way, I would find it
amongst the wayward
and the dizzy.
go familiar toward the Unknown Heart
of the Most Broken, but dream oblivions
no other aching wound could mutter.
My eyes swollen with night-shine
as a billion oracles
fumble in the clutter of daylight
where your name is the last sermon
to dupe a true fool
of Paradise.
I would be the one thing that loved
well enough to come undone
when the hearth fell away from the flue
and left unchristened our remorsals
for a crust of lightning and just a pinch
of rue.
I would be more than that and them some.
But never less than innocent...
having sinned too much
to understand it
to not love
You.

If Nothing were Nothing at all
I would stand at the center of two poles...
Incandescent....  the spent jewels
of true love and contempt
suspended in the murk of Time
polished to absentia !
There would be Gone and more Gone
and then there would be
all affection waned.
And the waxing of a Void
that has a place
without
refrain.