Wanting words that touch
That sound hollow when knocked
With your eyes on the page
Wanting to hear emptiness
Like the rush of spider’s web on the
face
Crave the internal space
Open up like underwater
Knowing you are there on the mountain
Can’t see, can’t feel, can’t almost
breathe
Wanting the heat to pass through
The pain believed relieved aglow
Incandescent even the sunset hue
No you, no me, laugh life let go
No words just touch
But open space an aftershock
A sky below above but touch
Wanting the unmistakeable truth
Arrived like insects homed after dark
Surrendered like light like a symphony
played
Discovered like a cat asleep in the
shade
But yes, not that, not anything made
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