the seam of life, a canyon lies
a mirage of spirits true-
there between shadow and light
imposed, adrift, to you

resist, reluctant to believe it,
though some part surely knows
that nothings gone forever-
graveyard dirt, from flowers grow

and where the moonlight falters
within the barracks, dreams awake
a figment, phantom worry
from stillness, the earths quake

so here is where i’ll wait for you
to find a safe entry,
the space beside the absolute-
deprived, drained, empty, free