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.