The silent creak of the small blood vessels Closing in on themselves Restless in my scarred hands Killing me silently
The freezing cold silence washes over me The stillness unbroken But for the steam rising, This tea dying, To warm me in a zero sum game, wishing, To reach the moon through miles of cool air
But falling from this still tree,
Holding me out, offering me to this starry sky, Holding me out, far from this cliff High above shallow river water and muddy banks.
I sit here in this cradle, Finally alone again, without attachments Finally myself again, lighting a cigarette to clear the silence, to ward off the cold...
And as this smoke Fills my head Warms my chest
My heartbeat fades from my ears Hearing unwarranted storms in the silence Born from the swirling smoke in my thoughts I think, 'Who am I now that I am myself again?'
First draft, probably not going to write a second.