they say
sharks must remain in motion
otherwise they die in the waves
constantly
moving
forward
killing the time before them
forgetting the past behind

if I am to lift my lost voice
will it find a safe path to climb
and holy ears open to receive
the dreams contained within?

if I am to raise my watering eyes
up toward the ever watching skies
will I find a face that remembers me
and visions of my once uncracked self?

and what if I just go in silence on
in solidarity with others’ weary walking
for the dusty promise of honeyed milk
what difference in the day to day?

some suns
are brighter
than other ones
so it’s best to
steer toward
the novas
and sing
along the way
of the beautiful,
bright blindness
to come

there’s a monster in the corner
choked and diminished
with the poison it pulled
from our blacker veins;
a demon undone with plans
to tear us to deeper depths
lost in the dawning madness
of how much worse we already are
than anything it had planned

I wanna hide in the crowd,
I wanna get lost in the loud
and crazed masses,
away from mirrors
and the possibility of reflection,
the possibility of a deeper introspection;
there is enough black to see
without having to look at me;
so I find the busy, shiny places,
nicely hidden out of the way spaces
where there are shaded corners
to hide the man from himself.

light.
light…sometimes,
is all that can be felt
in the face of this,
this impossible
existence

light is absent of reason,
like me…like you;
senselessness
looking in a mirror,
puzzled at its own image
gazing shamelessly back.

light and unbound
I/you/we are weightless
in the face of ourselves,
untethered and floating free
drifting from cloud to cloud
and who knows where?