light
it whispers in yellow commas--
a piece of waning moon
to grasp
to climb
down from heaven

shards of our abdomen
itching, writhing,
crawling upwards
up
up
like a pillar of caterpillars
piling on caterpillars
fighting to get a view
of
of
of what?

"I tell you, Sir, there's nothing there!"

an echo from an empty room
nothing
nothing
no.
only swirling colors
patternless wandering
the flesh of a lost man
the Earth
is a woMan.