all things

and he just

waltzed his ass

right into the ocean

 I break

All over again

The black rocks

The moonless night

Integrated.  Unholy.

Just once, I pray:

Let me be 

Light!

So that when I 

Do break

I am seen.

The bastard sky

running unopposed

through me

Scented whitewash

fenced in, so very safe

fit in, you cog!

Candied vapor

by the Ganges

soap enough for the masses

writhing in purity

My Gift to you?

The Weight of all things

Life... is a Gift!

I was so excited to see you again

To feel you

I was expectant, desperate

For it to be just like

it was before

I opened you

in the half light

And you felt so different

Slick and foreign and 

like I'd never been there before

I read and read and read

for where I'd left off.  

There were no marks

I scanned the pages, the cover

My heart, for residues

And it seemed familiar for a moment

but too much time

                                time

had passed and we grew

bifurcated

after two separate teleos

                                        my god, 

we broke what we had

O break, bleak surf, 

upon this wreckage 

and wash

                                   wash

the memories of your Work away

you didn't stop

Drove past you the other day

The very written-ness of the words

Cannot be overcome

Would then we both be caged.

Silence it is, then  

Left as pure potential.

And it is like dying, dying

Over and again, to watch idly

As nothing comes of us

it is incredible 

Would you, should you be

You showed up

If only my cracked lips

Nothing to say

Then the dread soul rose again within

The hearts and minds of each of them.

Thousands and thousands of years had passed

Since that great light ignited

And rekindled the embers of hope

That dwell within each heart

No matter its dimensions

(I wonder:  how did They program "Love")

Those seized by the claws of black and ash

Leaned away from that acid-maw,

Stinging stench, anti-matter,

They could muster but a weak cry.

The Void devoured the very air

They sought to reach out with.

The bits and bytes were torn away

Piece by pixelated piece

Fine-tuned, they said.  Best one yet.  

Be patient.  Watch for the miracle.

That's good, they said.  Look how brilliantly the light shown there

In the dust, no less!

And lo, better yet, it survived!  

Like the minds themselves, it evolved

And sees few shadows!

We have hope yet!  Our Logos, it will save!  

It grows darker...it winks out.

We saw it though, it survived longer than

Ever before.  There was even that one, 

Close to the end, who spoke directly to us.

Next time, somehow, we speak back,

Or we go with them!

And they peeked out briefly from their hold

To curse the encroaching Nothing.

In all

This pill for this