Space

Like the soft corners

Of a threadbare wooly blanket,

Amidst the seething, dark clouds

Filled with last night's lost downpour,

She came like the ocean's salty wind,

Tossed around like a withered autumn leaf.

So like the first speckles of an orange dawn,

The dazzled eye now sets the scene in motion.

Tenderly promised stories,

Blurring into one another.


After the engulfing darkness,

And before the blinding light,

Beyond the tantalizing schism of silences,

Between the two temporalities,

Lies the eternal brink of nothingness.

That edifying moment outside of all time,

Where there is both existence and non-being,

That is neither fully here nor there,

Knotted fire,

Consuming the inside from the out.